Alpha took on the challenge of setting a run with flour in the rain. Fortunately the rain stopped just as we started and the trail was still there. Around a few circles, across a main road, up a dune, through the bush, along a drain, through some mud and ended up back at six seasons without loosing anyone, which was fortunate as there was only thirteen of us. After the run, like some cheap American western we formed the wagons (Toyotas) in a circle around a puddle and held the Hash circle inside there. We finally had someone admit to a birthday but he was a visitor, Two Fathers, and didn’t realise none of us have birthdays in Broome Hash?????? We had one virgin who put on a miserable attempt at a down down, unlike our visitor who’d had years of experience and was a down down machine. We also had a naming with Drizzle being christened on her knees in the puddle. Alpha set up a soup kitchen in the corner of the circle and lovingly slopped soups into the cups of the cold wet hashers. Slang passed on the shitshirt but I missed who got it and why? All in all it was one of the quieter hash runs with everyone heading home sober and looking for a hot shower.