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Run No: 1337 A small but select band of hashers arrived at Inchmarlo Hall to find Whinger doing what he does best….whinging. It seems that although the trail has been set, we will be running through a lot of private property, and not all the landowners view our imminent arrival as kindly as they might. This is after Whinger has told them that it is now our right to enjoy the Scottish countryside if we choose to, so tough shit! It’s always a worry when the hare has the excuses sorted out before we even start to run. We were advised about some abnormal hash “signs” to look out for. Something to do with H’s & F’s. As proud carrier of the hash horn I was warned not to “honk” at the “H” area for fear of frightening the H’s. Personally I didn’t even see any. And I certainly didn’t see any F’s!!! But I did see several small, rickety bridges, many, many barbed wire fences, and several rivers – or was it the same one several times from different directions. One of the crossings caused some concern for the timid, frail, and elderly. Means of crossing included handholding, praying, crawling and avoiding the bridge altogether! If only I’d had a camera you wouldn’t have had to suffer my pathetic “artwork”. Now I come to think of it I did have my mobile, but being part of the older generation it never occurred to me until now that I could have used it to take that photo. Ah well. That’s one of the many problems that comes with age….the other common problem is memory lapses. So, where was I? Oh yes, enjoying a delightful hash through delightful Deeside countryside, mostly on private property but on this occasion no one tried to shoot us! Most unusually for me I was with the pack for most of the run, so all could benefit from my splendid honking. The beer check was a welcome sight, and all but three hashers were there to enjoy it – but I believe they had been and gone. On On
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