The 159th Hash was on November 13th

I wouldn't say it was cold but they changed the name of the village to Cock Wilting.
The hares did a masterful job of keeping the walkers and runners meeting at the checks.
One awful back check ended about a mile into a field of cabbages, another trail passed through a bull and his harem of heifers. No runners were brave enough to ask the bull to move aside to see if there was any sawdust.
About halfway the pack regrouped again at Spike Milligan's grave. As Blue Bottle said to Eccles "Who are these wankers and why are they standing on my grave?"
A translation of the Gaelic on the headstone is "I told you I was ill"
This is true but nobody believed Cliffbanger as he announced this little gem of trivia.
In the second half of the trail the runners took off across the marshes as if the ghost of Milligan was after them, pausing only briefly to molest the odd sheep before dashing back to the pub.
The frigid weather precluded a "circle up" but there was applause for the hares for their excellent trail.