R*n 766: Lancaster

This r*n was the hash's 21^st Birthday eve-eve's inaugural event. There was much excitement leading up to the event with the hashers all choosing which dish they would like to feast on afterwards. After the flurries of whatsapp messages and wonderful coordination by Forever Blowing we were set. Having got myself into my running gear and assured my 4 and 6 year old they would be fine with Daddy reading them their bedtime story, I arrived to a large circle of hashers gathered in Dalton Square and some joke was made about me being the last one to arrive. The joke was something about me describing the run. I wasn't sure how I could do that as we hadn't even started the run yet but gamely smiled away.

The hares, Forever Blowing and Major Twit, gave some instructions and said something about two splits and we were off. We headed towards which could only be described as the theatre district of Lancaster. People queueing to see a show were a bit surprised by the sudden arrival of the pack but with a few shouts of 'on-on!', we were gone, vanished into the night, headed towards the well-known landmark of the Sainsbury's car park.

As we headed over the Millennium Bridge there was a split and I headed off down the Rambos split with a lovely chap who might have been Cyberseptic if my memory serves correctly. We headed along the river but eventually realised that we had lost the trail. We headed back to pick the trail up again but we had lost the pack. The trail was well marked though with arrows on many lamp posts and so we made our way round Ryelands Park, over the Carlisle Bridge, alongside the railway, past the castle and then through town to the on-in at the Borough. There might have been some short-cutting somewhere towards the end of the trail, who could say, we were busy talking about fly-fishing for graylings.

At the Borough, there was drinking and feasting and merriment in honour of the 21^st Birthday. At the circle, a group of FRBs admitted that they re-joined part of the pack for a glorious moment of reunion, but then came the crashing realisation that actually they were r*nners, just out for a regular r*n.

At the very end of the evening, I was reminded that I was the scribe for the hash and to send my report in. I responded with a blank look of bemusement before my own realisation that this was what they had been talking about at the beginning of the circle. So here it is, my first ever hash write-up!