Our hares, KC and Cling On, had obviously been following the precedent set by Reach Around at last week’s run: plenty of arrows that suddenly peter out into nothingness, with no obvious check mark in sight, leaving the bewildered pack to stumble around in the dark Twickenham streets trying to find the trail. This, coupled with a >10k distance and numerous intentional false trails, did give rise to a few grumblings amongst some of the assembled hashers.
KC did manage to redeem himself with a drink stop at his gaff, so all’s well that ends well, etc.
Oh, almost forgot to mention, I was awarded a (possibly) well deserved double down down for firstly trampling Dingo’s dog underfoot and subsequently running into a hedge whilst using my satnav.