Here's how Cliffbanger saw it!

It all started fine with the runners prancing through an orchard in the sunshine scrumping apples. They overtook the walkers and things started to go wrong.

Cliffbanger panicked when Jobsworth told him there would definitely not be enough beer at the BC, so he darted off, simply assuming the trail was just the reverse of one that Jobsworth had set the year previous. This proved for once to be a correct assumption and garnered CB a FRB award.
The rest of the pack just followed sawdust that was set two days previously and hence was a little thin in places. To add to the FRB acronym we should have ELBOW or Extremely Lost Bunch Of Wankers.

Old Fart & Queenfisher vied for whiner of the week as they scrabbled along trails with no markings. Following the philosophy of dying of thirst as a group ,rather than individually, the pack stuck together and rejoiced heartily when luck stuck them soundly round the head and they found sawdust.
By now they were 20mins behind the walkers or at least a pint or two back at the pub.

At the down-downs there were plenty of miscreants as well as those already mentioned. CB & BS arrived at 1065, which is late according to our pedantic RA, and Playaway drank for being early for a change.
Also,Fair Butt was at it again, though there is no photo to prove it, and it would seem that she is after Bushsqatter's name.

There are things to be learnt from this hash:-
1. Don't set the trail too far in advance of the run.
2. Don't follow Bushsquatter
3. Only arrive just early enough to get in a quiet pee.
4. It's every man for himself when there isn't enough beer.