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Monsieur Clousseau promised us there was a Moose. Oh yes he did, and oh no there wasn't. Moderate is how he described the run. Abysmal was Pippin's word.

It was thrilling to see Esmerelda, Danielle, Ant, Ethan (sp?) and Alicia here again.

Klipe was left seething that so many media stars had got wind and stayed away, but it was another hevening's happy hash house harrying.

on on
and on and on and on and on and on.

1081 HASH CAMP

By All Accounts it was a fabulous time!
Fantastic to welcome back some real blasts from the past, and lovely to greet some new faces too!
As the lenten fast was ended the night was went well into, bubbley's voicelessness next day is testament to that.
All else I understood was that Dazzer deserved his live bucket.
Incriminating photos (I hope) later. Sorry I missed you all.
On On

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Good to Patsy back, and of couurse our trusty two, FlyMo and Fast Ed.
Good to see the beautiful 4some of Glaiket, Razzer, Jess and Sally and the elusive Dave G too.
Thanks Klipe for a long run along the length. Soft sand, and sea.
Penny chose some good candidates for the bucket, and I'm sure will be more vindictive in the future!
It got cool and windy but was the kind of evening to sprawl long into the night with.

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What more could you ask for?

Perfect Weather. Gorgeous Location (on the coast just before Zikrit hamlet). Sensational Company. And a few rows of green dots.

We welcomed back Adam, Erik, Darren, Bummer, Pcikle, Gary, Kanga and Clousseau.

While everyone else had been busy at the weekend, Rowdy set a give away run ("the next trail is the one just after the falsie ends"!).
Snowy ensured those who parred the Invitational Course (Coach) and other serious misdemeanourers (7000 runs indeed JK!) were let off and Pippin suffered for the Meths' boots getting errr 'marked'.

The sun set perfectly over the sea.

Camp a week on Friday.

On On

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Wonderful to welcome Heather Andy and Emma. Very welcome back FireCracker, Pips, Weedy, Glaiket, Gibbo.
Wonderful weather to while away a Sunday evening on.
It would have been, but Klipe had set a devious torture of a run.
Slime Green dots. Goats. Camels. Donkey. Hills. Miles. and Miles. Soft soft sand. A widely and widelier still dispersed haggle of hashers, A smug smug hare.
Judy may have appeared angelic, but was mean with the bucket. She said it was her turn to talk. After listening to Razzer & G Laik it (which in Yorkshire means 'Game Bird', and certainly not fowl) looking for the On In, I could well dispute that. Anyway, that was J's excuse for the several toasts. And maybe Judy and/or Penny gave us some hints as to suitable names when the time comes. What were those nether regional comments?

"The Tate would probly've paid a fortune for that" probably wasn't a compliment

On On.