R*n 809: Gressingham

Apparently Chapped Lips and myself (Late Cummer) are the designated scribes! That came as a surprise on a subsequent hash, not to worry memory is not completely shot at, I think.

Having just brought ourselves back from olive picking in Crete the previous day, we brought the sun with us as well as can be seen from the pictures. So after attempting to park in various locations, (Baldbrick decided Kirkby Lonesdale was the best spot so did his own "run" along the Lune). Proceedings commenced with GM Doormouse and the pack was instructed accordingly and off they set along the Lune heading upstream, (Baldbrick was at this point heading downstream at Kirkby Lonesdale). Squelching across some low lying pastures the first split was encountered, missed by a few who luckily for them it was only a short variance (unlike the next split).

Back into pastures after a quick pass through Arkholme. The rambos in one direction, the wimps another. The wimps were them somewhat confused,  the markings went "slightly" off, resulting in  a herd of wimps scouring the hedgerow for the way out, which was eventually found. Finally the wimps managed to extract themselves from the fields and arrived for the well earned beer stop. At this stage the rambos had yet to appear and nervous hares were resorting to telephonic communication to find the missing. Wimps set off, still without rambos in sight and meandered our way back to gather at the bridge. Given the time slot for lunch and no sign of the rambos, a short circle ensued for the gathered, (Baldbrick having now reappeared from his "run"), minor misdemeanors were suitably charged and then in the distance could be seen the rambos "sprinting" back to the bridge, apparently they missed some markings!

Off to the On Inn and a great turn out for Lunch at The Red well. Thanks hares, I'm sure the hounds all enjoyed themselves.