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School holidays, Easter Egg Chases, all kinds of wimpy excuses meant we had only the few true hashers in attendance. Often, for a change, it's really nice that way. We opted for a live hash down by the soft sands by the desal plant. Live hashes are always hard work. And when the hares go to extreme and opposite lengths (Sqweeky, Clousseau) and even run falsies on the On In (Squeaky), it proves to be a bit much for my aging legs. Still the flies were flying. Ellie might have been able to catch them, but Mr Co-ordination Clousseau proved to be as Clueless as his name suggests. Obviously, being the obvious candidate for the bucket, Skweeki was spy, and certainly enjoyed it. On On