Pre circle circle in a New-to-H5 Pub...
...but a familiar Hare
Looking down from Cockshoot Hill
Bangers, Top Man for Lincolnshire
Atomic, fascinated to know her charge...
...but even when he's told, Shuffle not sure what he did wrong
The pre-silence poem was read, and...
...heard, with humility
A Held Check at the bottom of Cockshoot
Lady Tarzan not tempted to use her plate
Camping Mug tries to Raise her Hairs
Worst Joke of the week gets RA the Purple Sprouting
I was intending to lay the run on Saturday, but it was 
and 
so I decided to lay it on Sunday morning instead.
Unfortunately, on Sunday morning it was still and but as they say, the show must go on.
As it was 
day, the 
and 
s were gathering for an impressive remembrance day parade.
The circle was called just before 11am and the poem Perhaps by Vera Brittain was read as a poignant reminder of the pains of war. After this a one minutes silence was held in memory of the fallen.
The off was called and before long we encounter a
check. The run was pretty 
throughout, but with some long 
to keep the group together. It was over the 
and along the 
before eventually a big 
up Cockshoot Hill. At the top of which most of the hashers were 
and 
ing.
To keep this I will not bang on about the 
too much, but suffice to say there were plenty of 
checks to keep the pack nice and compact.
The pub was a pleasure and the 
was great, especially when loads of 
, 
and 
were brought out (yum yum).
After the run there was of course a closing circle, but I don’t recall that much about it as my memory has faded, but as usual there were plenty of 
awarded for all sorts of miscellaneous misdemeanors. We did thank for arranging the excellent away day the week before. Tarzan got one for her 
injury. There were loads more, but quite frankly too numerous to mention.
Thanks to all that turned out. I realise that Shefford was a nightmare to get into last weekend, so your tenacity and commitment was very much appreciated.
On-on to next week's run, at the White
in Maulden.
el 