St. David' Day is March 1^st, so its 3 days early.  The hares explain their heavily ambitiously engineered trial.  It has and Eagle, Turkey, and Walkers' trail.  Setting the trail the hares got lost, but found their way, because of a oddly out-of-place golf ball that Blue Ball used as a reference point.  It's probably still out there.

Little Blow brought out the hounds Little Digger and Itchy Bitch who wants leash for a snack.

Little Digger would rather eat flour.

Stoolie Andrews attempting to be an impression.

In Saanich they farm, so they don't waste time aging cheese.

Part of the trail out toward the Horticulture Centre of the Pacific.  We asked HCP staff if we could set a run though the gardens on Saturday.  One younger staff member was keen, but another more mature member told us they had a wedding at the same time hashers would be running around calling out 'On On!'.  We were relegated to the woods.

Stroke was kind enough to put the board there.
Blue was scandalized.

Hashers find a HH at Beaver Lake.

Some Bitchy C is a bit unsure of Stroke's Voodoo Tiki Green Dragon Lime Infused Tequila.  Like Scotty in Star Trek when Blue Balls asked what it is I said, "Well...it's green!"'.

Banged Up Between had some of the green stuff too.

The hares giving a more instructions.  The BC is yet to come.

It's Welsh name Cenhinen Pedr, literally translates as ‘Peter’s leek’.
Blooming around St. David's day it is up to debate who Peter is.

Moss giving birth to spores.  These are in the capsule a the top of the seta that rise above the foot of a structure called a sporophtye.

Back at the start Blue Balls and Stroke Alone are down-downed for their 'haring' efforts.

Puss n' Boots gets punished as the BLAB.

Sir My Cocks A Fallen punished for distinguishing himself, ... again.

Showing how an experienced sailor/rugby player does things.

Since she was named on the 2014 St David's Day run, Cock-a-Leeky gets our last down-down. On On!