Note: this scribe seemed to have a problem with either the English language or his typewriter or more likely was inebriated when he typed this.

With a return to Swayhambu, a 4.30 start - Royalty to grace the start and odd socks as senior Scandinavian hare, it looked as if we were in for another xxxxx epic marathon run, not to mention mountaineering of a severe nature. Could it be possible, that a modest trot would be forthcoming from these gentlemen? We did not have to wait long to find out; all too soon the play was revealed.

With DJM, DY and others, there in spirit, if not body, (crafty xxxxxxS - all had feeble excuses of course) 18 or so hashers started off with enthusiastic? cries of On, On, from the scribe, we headed off for the “boonies” on the first leg - keeping the second and third in reserve for later! Amidst murmurs of discontent – between gasps from the later numbers [?] - like, ‘hope the xxx breaks his xxxxxxx leg”. the leader (who was it anyway, not Kedwell again?) left us for dead, attempting to catch up by running through several checks on the trot (Pun not intended, we walked actually). Later back markers, yes there were some had as ever harder time of it. False trails, of the kind that lead you astray abroaded, the checks seemed a bit “far off” some times, but that could be put down to being in a knackered state by this time.

The trail led on, on good paths - up and around the hill on the north side and at one stage, up a very sharp climb to the west of the ridge. Here a good check spread us out a bit and two of the old hands decided that it could only be up and over, it was! This found us with a change of lead runners, which was a unique experience for them! JWS arrived on the scene looking fresh -probably dropped from a helicopter, knowing JWS.

Down and around the southern slopes of the hill and we again found ourselves a familiar ground - not so familiar that some of the ‘old lags’ - shame on you - didn’t get it wrong though!.

On the decent through the bushes and boulders, JWS had a “coming together” with a stout tree, could be their way of getting their own back perhaps?. Another worthy lost his specs and whilst endeavoring to recover them, was topped on the ankle by a small pebble, weighing about 20 Kls, dislodged by some larger bxxxxxx above. No injuries sustained, so On, On to the finish. A great run, bht On, On, On, being graced by a further visit from the Royal entourage, who must have directed our way on purpose, thus ended an auspicious hash. PS, KGR was last seen roaring down the ring road, with his Sam Brown in a twist, bellowing something about hope the Field Marshalls left some beer for him - strange fellow!

NEXT HASH 54 - GOUGH and BARON - 4.30 - TRISULLI ROAD 7 KMs from BALAJU Roundabout.
HASH 55. We need volunteers for this and soon, please.

Heard after the Hash. “Hope this bloody beer doesn’t have the same effect on me as last week NB We trust you mean that you hope it does, or your comment could be construed as sacrilegious talk and liable for the HASHIT.

Q. “How do I cope with this even larger problem?”

A0 (Unsolicited, from fellow hasher) “You could try another circuit of this xxxxxxxxxx trail, that should cure your problem!”