Well it was sunny in a Siberian kind of way, the wind gently blew the brass monkeys from one tree to another as the pack gathered in the car park. I don't know who won the contest for most layers I can only assure you that it wasn't me.

LapDancer and Coffee Bean claimed responsibility for this one, an 8 km run and 6 km walk, no mud and well marked was the boast as we were ushered away. Shortly after walking all the way up and then all the way down a long stairway, us walkers lost the well-marked trail for 5 minutes then ended up slipping, sliding and at times sticking to a path that led through a field en route to woodland. Sticky Horns incessant hootings on his horn served to scare away any rabbits or snow leopards and kept his spirits up, that is until we reached a long exposed road at the end of the woods and the Funch's kind of 'froze up'. They eventually made it back a good 20 minutes after the rest of us with strange tales of thermal underwear motivation (you'll have to ask little Nadia).

The runners, having got back a week and a half before, were hunched and hopping trying to stop their limbs seizing up, so a hasty circle was called.

We had to recruit from the ranks as no officers were present so I was given temporary command and immediately started to abuse my privates.

Around 70% approval rating for our hares LapDancer and Coffee Bean saw them into their DownDowns before we officially greeted a couple of very experienced new comers, Frewgal and the exceptionally groovily named Silent but Deadly. They knocked back their beers with practised ease.

The Snitch had to hastily find some crimes to report as she'd forgotten to pay attention during the march. Sticky Horn for excessive hooting, Silent but Deadly for shortcutting (on his very first Toulouse Hash!!!) were swiftly dealt with.

A very welcome returner was Master Blaster who managed a mild limp with his 2 metre long stride, that slacker Wandering Tulips and those positive strangers DownUnder with her Wallabies Lover, they assumed the position and were punished accordingly.

Assumed the wrong position in the Blaster's case, so he had to do another one, along with Taupeless who got carried away yet again.

Deep Shag gave out some important party information which I can't remember so please check out website to see if anyone else does. This just left the customary Hash Hymn, I cocked it up but no-one seemed to care.

This one certainly cleared away the cobwebs, roll on the next one.

Scrubber. >