Too Tuf and Chicki chose what must be their nearest pub to set a hash trail from, yet it was no surprise they failed to make the 19:15 start. Had we lost the hares and become an alopecic hash? Can't say we were bothered as we easily found the ON OUT of freshly laid flour across the ASDA car park. A well-contructed trail along paths I've not run, or perhaps they just looked very different in the dark. Checks were good and caught out Butcher's Dog on most occasions keeping the pack together so even Sherpa could keep up until she deemed a shortcut was necessary. Last run Goblin was causing some concern for going faster than she should, this trail it was Bugger's turn to play at being a FRB arriving back at the pub after 4.7 miles ahead of everyone including Butcher's Dog who disappered up a long check. The hares claim to have caught us up two-thirds of the way around - rather thought they had been lurking behind a bush waiting for us, a claim strenuously denied.
The circle was led by the real RA Silent Pants. Husband Clementine was chastised for wearing non-hashing gear that had been used previously (i.e. not washed), the former being the more serious hash crime. Malteaser, who incendently insists on ironed and well-pressed hash T-shirts, got a DD for blinding people with her head torch, most used torches for other purposes like finding their way. The hares got DDs, not for a good run (not that it was declared anything other than a good run), but for a collection of sins. Chicki (one of the hares remember) expressed gratitude that the pack had marked checks so she would know the way to go! Bugger justifiably got the final DD for pretending to be an athlete.
And so that was the way of Quorn Hash Run 743, a run which will never be repeated.
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