HASH MAG: RUN NO.880

POST MORTEM : Run 880. Start: Moorland Hotel, Wotter.
Hares: Euthanasia, Limpalong & Twice-A-Week

It was an excellent venue, starting from the pub car park in Wotter. As we were about to cross the road, Dishy was heard to say jokingly, "Look out for Plodder", and right on cue, he came screeching along the road. He's getting better, almost on time. Keep practicing.

Within 20 metres we were on the moor looking for the first check. Limpalong, the joint (disjointed?) hare, lost his way immediately and fell head first into a gorse bush. IAT was very chipper as he had a new lighting system, only for it to fail within the first five minutes. He was in the dark again. What's new? Not Norman turned up after a long absence and stuck to IAT? Like glue. Hasn't he learned by now? In training for the Great North Run, Rover also managed to go arse over apex, only he chose some dung for his landing pat. (Gerrit???)

We were all kept together very well by Euthanasia who loitered with obvious intent trying to remember where she had instructed her co-hares to lay the sawdust. She declared that it all looks different at night! (Has her boyfriend told her something?) This was an unusually dry run, so Mudflaps didn't flap and Squelcher did not Squelch and fortunately Chippendale did not do what he was named for!!! (Except in the car park!) Boringly, as usual. Whimpers, Squawk, Plodder, Anonymouse and Rover were up front, now joined by Squelcher.

In the pub, the Beast was playing redcoat, arranging his annual trip to Butlins, whilst Plodder was arranging Christmas early and Rover was fleecing us all in a good cause. The Moorland Inn is fully reinstated as a Drake H3 pub, despite the Landlord's horror at IAT's insistence on eating with his fingers.

A good run. A good turn out.

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