QH3 Run 744, Kings Head, Sutton Bonnington

Hash Curate (Transit) was smugly claiming responsibility for the sunshine when the pack eventually got going by about 11:15, unusually joined at the start by Chicki and Too Tuf. Barritone just about made it on time too after a long cycle from Beeston. The hare promised us a 5-mile trail and we got 7 miles instead. With Butcher's Dog as hare it was very much a runner's run.
Diarrhoea set off at quite a pace assisted by getting at least the first five checks right. I passed him on the sixth, typical Diarrhoea going off trail for a while only to reappear near the front some time later.

Two third around and Too Tuf struggling to keep up with me demanded a holding check to let the well-spread pack catch up. An eager Diarrhoea sneaked off during the holding check misleading Malteaser and myself believing that was the right way to go. Of course it wasn't which led to a half-mile check back to catch up with the reassembled pack being herded around by Butcher's Dog. Sherpa, Transit, Barritone and Gate Crusher, unseen since the start of the trail kept the hash tradition of SCBs and were already downing the first pints when we arrived back at the Kings Head (missing apostrophe noted - how can several kings have one head?).

The weather had deteriorated and spots of rain were falling by the time IP, Sweet Pea and Wallington got back to the pub. The cold but dry circle saw Goblin christen new shoes (who dobbed her in for those Bugger?). Remember next time you buy new shoes check they are easy to drink beer from!  The hare was awarded a "good run", FRBs punished, and Malteaser for hastling a total stranger's dog. It was black and white, but it did have a willy (thanks to Sweet Pea for that observation) and was twice as fat a Frayah. Even Chicki wasn't fooled.
That was the way Durex saw this hash run.