R*n 752: Grange-over-Sands

YABADABADOO!! It's back to proper hash Jim, and as we know it.  And what better location for our re-start than Grange-over-Grass (as it's been colloquially known since the sands were vegetated).  A REAL STARTING CIRCLE eventually was organised including semi-virgin Just Lloyd.  Welcome!

As is the Hare's prerogative, he had changed his mind about the three r-w splits, reducing them to two when he realized how long the first r split was. As I was a late-cummer I got a little behind changing shoes and accepted a motor vehicle lift from the Hare to catch up with the back.  That was my first mistake as he trapped me into scribe volunteering while he had me in the car!

Heavily involved in the nittering circle I failed to see the first r split (that's my excuse anyway) and after a few roads and fields up hill the beer stop seemed to cum quite quickly, not that I'm complaining of course.  Views across the Bay were astounding and the beer was a perfect temperature.

We were getting a bit chilly and set off from the BS before the rambos had caught up and a little while later, guilt-ridden, I boldly went on the second r split "on me tod".  At a point just before emerging from the woods I had to do a solo check with about six alternative trails, naturally the last one I checked turned out to be trail so for sheer spite I didn't kick it out, just so the following rambos would have to do it too. Thereafter it was steep, deep temperate rain forest, bluebells and ramson all the way back to Grange.  Bubbles caught me up in the park and we jogged in convivial hash chat along the shore against the increasing cold wind, to find the wimps had cum in already.

Despite the deputy RA's complaints about not enough notice, blah blah, OUR FIRST DOWN DOWNS OF THE REVIVAL felt wonderful and Just Lloyd got his lifetime Hash Handle "Postpone It", (can't remember why but who gives a s**t).  Thanks Large Package for a truly wonderful GET TOGETHER.