Lonely and dog Beaver GBH CircuitBreaker Shep and dog Gnarler Daisy Hamlet Spot Lemming Mother Theresa Dribbler Butterfly Wally Chopstix NipponTuck Foghorn HeyBabe Jenks Ms. Whiplash Salome Madeleine Spex Bob Handful Zebedee Florence 2Bob Puddleduck Hashgate Motormouth Baldrick Lord Lucan LeVoisin Neil Judy Mick Greenfly Barbara Chuck Godzilla Kay Septic Dumper StickyDicky Clepto Cheating Bomber N.Y. John Amanda Tony and dog Barney Anorak TrainSpotter Cloggs BGB

GBH and CircuitBreaker treated us to a superb display of hospitality both before and after the Hash. Many thanks from BH³ for the excellent food, mulled wine, beer and bonhomie that greeted us.

Into the forest we went and just as I found the false after a check, Mick (who was right behind me) kindly called the On. It certainly messed a few people up and gave us time to rejoin the pack and meet Chuck! The fellow had rerturned from his round-the-world sojourn to join us and very pleased we were to see him too. BGB did his standard appearing trick just before we all fannied about in front of a five-bar gate for what seemed like ages until Lonely kindly pointed the way over it. Mick gave Mother Theresa some severe leg abuse as she tried to get over and somehow Jenks managed to get over along with his daughter. We had a similar fiasco on the other side of the field as Motormouth slipped twice on the stile and DiplomaticBag was spotted astride the barbed wire gate hardly daring to move lest sudden and disastrous nadger abuse befell him. We soon came upon the regroup chéz Jenks where an umbrella’d picnic table groaned ‘neath the weight of beer and a lady mannequin in a state of deshabillé and wearing one boot provided an open hand as the bottle opener receptacle. We steamed gently and supped the ale. 2Bob exhorted Puddleduck to tope a bottle – presumably the lad was running his legs off. I shared a bottle with Kay who said she had left her dog at home because he is white. He certainly would not have been after this Hash! From here the trail split into long and short, which confused the hell out of the long runners since they all went half way downhill on the short only to be called back up the hill. Then those of us on the short (Dribbler, 2Bob, leVoisin etc) got completely lost since we couldn’t find the (Lonely assured me it had been laid) false. Still, the long runners returned from their loop and we picked up the trail with them, diving off in the dripping,slippery forest. Clepto bemoaned the fact that his car had been covered with flour at GBH’s until I pointed out that, with all this rain, he would at least have a free Yorkshire pudding when he got back.

We dived and slipped hither and thither in the forest, Puddleduck carrying a rugger ball he had found. Spex hove into view, carrying an umbrella and muffled against the cold, walking with husband Bob. A sad sight to see – once great Hasher…etc. Cloggs imparted the fascinating information that she eats whole chickens. I didn’t really want to imagine that so I just accepted it as she clogged off into the shiggy. NipponTuck appeared, covered in mud, and she and Kay said they had managed to dump Lemming. Hurrah! Shortly after, a fine bit of mud wrestling and impromptu rugger took place with Shep, Daisy, Lonely, Bomber, Dumper, Chuck, NipponTuck and Beaver all joining in, watched by the thronging crowd. From here it was but a shortish, wet tramp back to GBH and CircuitBreaker’s. An excellent trail, despite the bleak day, and all had a great time.

RA for today was BoPeep who presented the following :-