Twas a dark and windy day, but as the magic hour approached the sun put his hat on and steamed the pavements dry. The heat and humidity levels rose fast, and with a clatter of cleats the hounds rushed to find the meeting place and enjoy a great run followed by the Dangler Wonderful Epic Annual Barbecue, or DWEAB, for short. 

Now, Delbrook and Windsor is an interesting location, Delbrook being a main road, and not much of anything in the immediate vicinity to catch one's eye. But, here we are, raring for the off, with visitors Cream Filled, Slippery Dick and his giant sons, Deboner, Captain Hymen Grinder, and, get this, no less than nine wimmin! We are gob smacked, that's a ratio of 2:1 - hooray there is enough to go around for everyone!

We jog up the mean streets of N Vancouver, meandering NE, until a devious check brings us back W and finally N to the road over Mosquito Creek, a long, long, street pounding run ever W and then back into the brush alongside the creek, and finally a quick jog E and N to the Near Beer, a beautiful trail alongside the creek t the beer check and suddenly we see why there are so few on trail... they are already at the beer check. 

We drink fast, and munch crisps slowly, the mosquitoes find us, but not those hashers still on trail. After a decent interval we adjourn to Delbrook and Windsor, finding Low Blow, DMF, and Shagger in the process, all in various stages of perplexity, but happy that a beer each has been reserved for them alone.

The circle is conducted in good humour, with Dangler being forever the lucky recipient of the Hash Trash, although Slippery Dick tells us that he has no less than two former VH3 hash trashes in his storage locker. 

Finally, it is time to hit the road and head for Chez Dangler for 'dogs, burgers, and ice cream. Angela and Angela have produced a large and tasty buffet and there is no shortage of the amber nectar - ICED COLD and awesome. Boots, the cat, is cunningly caged in Stalag XV1, poor little bastard, although Dangler tells us he is preparing modifications to the 'cage' to permit a small tree to grow inside the cage, on which Boots can clamber. Actually, I think its a device developed by Angela for birth control purposes, Dangler must not be permitted to breed again!

Thank you Dangler-family! And a special vote of thanks to Barry Walker, Angela's dad, who flew in from Newcastle-upon-Tyne to ensure that ice cream with a Cadbury's FLAKE inserted, aka "99", could be dispensed with professionalism and love - and one must not forget the excellent home-made biscuits, yum, yum, yum!

Next week's run will be in North Vancouver, probably Seymour Demonstration Forest, to be hared by that delightful combo of Do Me First and Plunger (see image).