R*n 749: Leasgill

The Tales of Spesh, Stompy and Lloyd

On a Saharan Sunday, intrepid hashers set off from the Athenium. Whilst these hashers admired the view from atop the massive hill, hitherto emerged the legendary FusilBurger! My how we all cried with glee to see such as spectacle from the far-off lands of Cyprus.

From there we descended this great peak to make a deadly cardinal sin of missing a blob of flour leading onto the Hincaster Trailway (much excitement for Special Delivery, choo choo). Also, old canals were gawped at, blimey O'Reilly what a beauty! More hills ensued to form the 3 peaks of Leasgill and across a real-life railway, whoopee! Yonder hark lies the Rambos strutting their stuff like Sylvester Stallone.

After the long journey we stumbled into the on in, and in went a burger to our mouths. Oh, thy beef and beer tasted wonderous to our parched tongues, so beefy and beerish!

And now as this write up was dictated by the Virgin Lloyd here are some facts to help with naming provided by the Greendale Crew:

1. Half man half sheep
2. 5 ft 11 ¾ and so grows his hair vertically to make it up to 6ft
3. Made it half way up Everest and didn't discover himself
4. Stone hugger when there's no sheep around