Highlights were our youngest hasher on trail being pushed around in a trolley, a muddy crossing of the brook, being told off for trepassing on private land, a dip in the sea, and a sneaky on-trail beer in the pub
It was probably around 6 miles if you did all the longs, plus it was steep in places up and down the hills around Cofton.
Our resident swimming teacher exclaimed "Where are they going" in a voice of bemusement as a few of the pack headed in to the sea, and Paperwork was really convinced that the 'R's on trail were something to do with us (actually they were, and meant Return).
We finished with cake to celebrate my 50th and a nice carvery (despite the queues) at Cofton.
On on to Bristol Temple Meads next week for the 1200th trail, an Easter Eggstravagaza, and more 50th celebrations.
