hashers gather for the latest EH3 run in
the bright evening sunshine. After clocking up 900 runs seven days
ago, hashers prepared for a trail laid by Dog biscuit.
But it was Running sore who owns up as hare, crumbs! where is the biscuit?
Here, the hare warns of the rising damp to
follow.
Be brave warrior the trail continues on
this side.
After three.
Its all a blur as Olive Oils slips across.
So on we go up hill.
Check out Mr Rusty rushing through the
marsh.
Here's the down dale bit.
Look out for the old crocs.
Tree fellas and twa quines.
Another fine run from RS and another one the biscuit owes you.