Was it a hash, or just a walk in the rain?
It was grey and drizzling and a herd of multicoloured Macintoshes trudged across a damp field.
The only runner, dogged by the run setting hare, half trotted through the mud weakly calling to no one. An eager dog and a less eager boy followed in their wake. They could hear the walkers happy chatter through the damp mist and were envious of the banter.
A devious loop and a stile shy dog put the runner and his entourage 10 minutes behind the walkers at the beer stop. Then the sun came out, but the mood was already bright and Playaway, the lone runner, joined the walkers as they continued.
The walk was short-cutted as the call for a cheap OAP roast was luring.
Well Mounted took charge of the circle in an authoritative manner. After dealing with the hares he cited Cliffbanger for fantasizing about Bushsquatter wearing a skirt. It was a short and improbable fantasy obviously.
BJ and Puss in Boots were punished for having their own circle, but the pensioners were getting faint and the group was disbanded in favour of food.
Yes, it was a hash. A good hash too.
It was grey and drizzling and a herd of multicoloured Macintoshes trudged across a damp field.
A devious loop and a stile shy dog put the runner and his entourage 10 minutes behind the walkers at the beer stop. Then the sun came out, but the mood was already bright and 
