The 181st Hash was on
Sunday February 25th

These were the Hares

It all started out fine with just a little tippy toeing around the odd mud puddle. Then we hit the Pebsham marshes, this is the route of the Grove school cross-country races that put CB off running for 30 years.

CB & BS had got off their death bed to cough and splutter their way at the back of the pack.
Fair Butt was leading the way on this shigology convention. (17 types of rare shiggy are reported to be found on the marshes). Queenfisher was taking turns at the front and led us nicely to the reservoir before plunging back into the mud again.

CB was beginning to think this run was put on just for him as we passed the Church where his mother was in attendance, and later right past his mother's house where he expected to have a beer or at least a cup of tea. Perhaps a last visit before he finally expired.

The beer was after more mud, but soon it was back onto the hard stuff. The other hard stuff that is, namely concrete all the way home.

At the down-downs, the two front running ladies were toasted and at the other end the two chattering ladies Dawn & Puss in Boots also celebrated.
CB & BS also had to drink for not actually dying on the hash although they felt like they had. Ceremonies were concluded and all attended a great curry just along the road.