21st March - Ashclyst Forest - Bell Toll
Where have all the hashers gone, not so many today anyway, perhaps they had received inside information in the of a severe warning about mud. Rumour has it that Bell Toll, our hare, had it dumped by the lorry load. Anyway whilst we the pack, or if a small group do we refer to ourselves as a packet??, waited for our mud splattered hare to appear we played pass the baby involving Radio GaGa it was of course noted that it was only male members who held the said baby. Pass the baby stopped when an spoil-sport in the shape of Stat-Nav appeared who in one swoop gathered up the said GaGa and placed her on his back. The game was over. Next Tail-Lamp informed us that he had seen a car do a 380 degree turn, gone is the old 360 degree perhaps due to inflation, having said that he does specialize in going round in circles. Finally the hare appeared complete with layer of mud, within seconds we were off in search of our first brown stuff experience, which to our surprise had not surfaced during th