A CREAM TEA 'SUMMER NIGHTS' SAFARI ON THE EVE OF MIDSUMMER'S EVE
TVH3 The Words for 20th June 2022 - Sousson's Plantation, Postbridge
Run No. 1922
HARE: Pisswell
Sweeper: Beefy
Who
wuz there: Pisswell, Beefy, Shitfaced, Man-Pig, Forrest-Stump,
Piltdown Man, Georgy Porgy, Smellie, Manopause, Wet-Johnny, Erection,
Slip-on-Me, Coldtits, Rambo, Teapot, Wetfart, Well Hopped, Big End,
Ned, a lot of scones and Ros joining us in the pub and, finally, a very
rare Brough Superior that sounded like a pneumatic woodpecker!
(apologies to Piddler for omitting him from last week's roll call)
The Circle
Well,
what a wonderful evening after the previous day's winds. The views, and
much virgin territory, made the journey well worthwhile.
The
size of the circle ebbed and flowed as various incontinent members of
the Hash came and went and always left the gate open! Once gathered
there was a brief description of the trail with the Longs at circa 5 1/2
miles. Far more importantly, Pisswell gave us directions to get to the
On-Down, The East Dart Hotel at Postbridge.
The Trail - by Pisswell
PIZWELL SUMMER NIGHTS
TV hashing, it’s been a blast
Summer solstice happened so fast
Virgin new territory
Pretty drive, as cute as can be
Summer days drifting away
And Soussons well into the night
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Well-a well-a well-a, huh
Tell me more, tell me more
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Did you circle up nude?
Round the hut circle dance?
Or was Pisswell just rude?
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Shoo pa pa, shoo pa pa, shoo pa pa yeah
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They ran by me, as all bears do
They ran by me, off to the loo
I shut the gate, they nearly got seen!
Ordered meals for those that were keen
Summer sun, the hash then begun
But, oh, those summer nights
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Well-a well-a well-a huh
Tell you more? tell you more?
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They then split into three
Walkers down by the road,
Rest in Soussons and trees
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Shoo pa pa, shoo pa pa, shoo pa pa yeah
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FRBs looking for checks all in line, they soon were wrecked
No hashing, rules, the others crisscrossed,
All in the woods and no one got lost!
Summer days, it was still light
So oh, no one lost in the night!
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Well-a well-a well-a huh
Tell you more? tell you more?
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We can’t take one more midge
We approached Merripit
To our first clapper bridge!
He got friendly, the troll was my mate
Followed shorts onto Lydgate!
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Went to Postbridge, the others ran on
Like the clappers, the short and the long
Summer dream in glorious light
And oh, those summer nights
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Well-a well-a well-a huh
Tell you more? tell you more?
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We stopped for cream tea
And our tea from the pot was elderberry!
It got later, it's where we depart
To on downs at The East Dart
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Bye to Pizwell, ignoring the moans
Through the stream and stepping stones
Thanks who came onto the moor
To enjoy these summer ………..n..I..g..h..t..s
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The Down-Downs
Beefy gave the horned hat to Smellie for being a cow! Cue "Hold it in your hand Mrs Murphy"...
Piltdown
Man awarded checking chicken hat to Manopause for wanting a pint of
water at the scone stop - a note for the "Teetotaller".
Erection
got a down-down for exiting the circle and raising the water level of
Dartmoor reservoirs by 3 feet......and leaving the toilet door (well,
gate actually) open!
Pisswell
for being the Hare and confusing us with a check to nowhere - we should
have sung, "I'm on a road to nowhere". This even confused the co-hare!
Next week
Tinkly
Bottom with Hare Forrest Stump. Bring your own food. Barbeque
facilities will be available and bring your booze if you don't want the
barrel of beer (Black Tor blonde 3.8 abv) that Forrest is providing.
Bring a tent if you want to stay the night.
Now it's goodbye from Man-Pig and goodbye from Summer Nights Pisswell.
On-On to next week.
SHERPA POLLYFELLA STARS ON THE EIGER SANCTION & A HALF-GALLON OF DOWN-DOWN BEER!
TVH3 The Words for 13th June 2022
The Ness Car Park, Shaldon - Run No. 1921
HARES: Swinger and Well Hopped
Who
wuz there: Swinger, Well Hopped, Shitfaced, Bluebird, Man-Pig,
Forrest-Stump, Arkangel, Smellie, Manopause, Wet-Johnny, Erection,
Slip-on-Me, Coldtits, Rambo, Broadshit, Polyfella, Ernie, Teapot,
Bobbiball, Kermit, Well Hopped's dad, Ned, 3 virgins (James, Paul +1 who
are all related to the hares), Karl, Always Desperate, a lot of Morris
Dancers!
THE CIRCLE
We
circled up in a near-empty Ness car park. Despite the acres of space,
Bobbiball still found it impossible to park die Panzerkampfwagon in a
single parking bay. Subsequently, he found it equally impossible to
complete the Walkers' Trail making him an official SCB. That aside,
Shitaced welcomed all to the hash. Smellie, fresh from scribing last
week's Words, now took on the mantle of recording attendees in
Piltdown's absence.
The
only announcements comprised next week's run. This will be another
Pisswell extravaganza. From memory, I think we will be parking up
adjacent to Sousson's Plantation which is quite near Grimspound -
expect virgin territory. The exact details will be on the Facebook
page.
Next
Shitfaced welcomed three virgins to the hash and Teapot duly anointed
them with flour. The first virgin got somewhat confused with the names
of who had made her come. Was it Julia or Holly?.....not names
recognised by the hash. The subsequent two virgins, James and Paul I
think, learned quickly - "It was Well Hopped that made us
cum"......that's better.
Swinger
gave a brief description of the trail. Longs about 5 1/2; Shorts 4;
Walkers, maybe 2 1/2. Forrest then wanted to know about Long/Short
splits but Swinger was having none of it, "You'll have to find out for
yourself".
THE TRAIL
The
Shorts headed straight up the long steep hill that runs at the edge of
Shaldon Golf Club. The Walkers were instructed to stay put -
temporarily. The longs were directed, perplexingly, downhill past the
Ness Hotel. The trail then looped up and around the top of the Ness
before dropping down to rejoin the Shorts back near the car park.
Just
before arriving at the golf course, we came to the first Long/Short
split. Wet-Johnny was checking straight on and up towards the Torquay to
Teignmouth Road whilst Pollyfella checked out the edge of the golf
course. Bluebird, in Beefy's absence, had assumed the role of Hash
Flash. "On-On" was the call from Pollyfella.
Once
past the golf course, we came to the first split. But, if my memory
serves me correctly, not the normal split. This was a Longs'/Walkers'
split. Were the Walker's really doing the Long or is this amnesia?
A
few yards of leafy path and - dismay. For there, in front of us, was a
steep uphill expanse. Pollyfella was already 200 yards ahead and going
strong. Bluebird was on camera duty just in front of me and Wet Johnny
not far behind. I attempted to run but at the halfway point I gave up.
Bluebird was keeping up with me by walking! At the summit, we looked
back. The Penners were not far behind, Manopause and Erection. Just in
arrears of them were Ernie and Broadshit and I think Swinger may have
been sweeping with returnee Karl.
Out
onto the A379 for a short while before dropping back onto the South
West Coast Path heading southwest towards Labrador Cove. The marks then
took us back onto the A379 where we crossed the road and ascended up to
a check near the beacon. This had already been kicked out by Pollyfella
who was now out of sight somewhere down Butterfly Lane (a corruption of Better Flee (the gibbet) Lane according to local historian, Bluebird). This is a track and we were now off-road.
Pollyfella
checked left at the junction with Millen Lane and was not seen again
until the pub. Wet-Johnny checked ahead, continuing along Butterfly
Lane. We're "On" we called back to Pollyfella and received the expected
response of, "On-On"........even if you weren't.
At
the end of Butterfly Lane, an arrow took us left towards
Stokeinteignhead and then, very soon, a check at the top of Dagra Lane.
Man-Pig kicked it out even before Wet-Johnny called it "On".
After
400 yards, we arrived at another check at Pegwell Lane. The Pig checked
down Pegwell Lane but it was not long before Wet-Johnny was heard
calling "On" as he descended down Dagra Lane and onto Coombe Road.
An
arrow guided us right towards Shaldon but then we arrived at a check at
the junction with Higher Ringmore Road......not kicked out but
Wet-Johnny was running back to do the necessary just as the Pig arrived.
Once kicked out, it was into Ringmore and virgin territory for me.
Eventually,
an arrow and we were on a short track called Waterworks Lane. This
rejoins tarmac at the junction with Lambert's Lane which then drops
down to Coombe Road, but not before changing its name to Pepper Lane and
then Salt Lane as we descended.
Wet
Johnny was now out of sight. Despite excellent marks, the Pig took an
unscheduled detour and had to retrace his steps - or should that be
trotters?
The
trail now followed the banks of the Teign. At the southern end of
Shaldon Bridge it was straight across and down Riverside passing the
back of the London Inn (this was originally planned as the On-Down but
was even further from the Ness car park). Onto Marine Parade where I
passed Teapot who, amazingly, had managed to park almost outside the
Ferryboat Inn.
Next, we passed the Black Bess Morris Dancers where Kermit was enjoying a pint and not having set foot on trail!
Finally,
the last trek 400 yards uphill to the Ness car park. A very relaxed
Wet-Johhny was waiting for me. He certainly didn't look like he'd just
done 5.15 miles!
What
a fantastic trail. Especially so when considering that it was
Swinger's virgin lay and probably only Well Hopped's third or fourth
trail. A job well done. Congratulations....you can lay again!
ADDITIONAL USELESS INFORMATION & TRIVIA
The Birdman of Maidencombe (2022) was finally tempted out of his nest by the very proximity of the trail and On Down.
Waiting
at the top of his road, the Bird heard a low rumbling sound just
before Der rottenführer's Panzer burst into view, accompanied by a
billowing black cloud of diesel fumes - The Eagle Has Landed (1976), Rock on Tommy! [Shirley sic Bobby Ball] ..
With the Bird terminally injured - It's Tough to Be a Bird
(1969) - and Bobby riddled with an assortment of ailments, it was
nothing short of a triumph for the desperate duo to make the Ness
chariot tether. A useless right shoulder (shell fragments from
Normandy) forced Bobby to slew the Panzer sideways into the parking bay -
ignoring the torrent of abuse being hurled at him by the Grand Master
and Forrest Stump, both fearful of being run down.
But Never Mind the Buzzcocks, adventure Shirley awaited on Swinger's virgin lay - but only if the fragile fuselage would hold up..
'I'll know after fifty yards if it's a goer Bobby, if not I'll Be Back.' (The Terminator 1984 you fools)
The
inevitable climb south from the Ness House commenced with Sherpa
Pollyfella spearheading the FRB's. A suspicious little huddle of walkers
was encountered dithering just below the Pitch and Putt course. 'It has
to be this way,' squawked the feathered one, though for some
bewildering reason, Wet Johnny veered off to checkerido.. sigh.
Pollyfella
knew it and the Bird knew it, the Himalayan slopes beckoned. Looming
into view was the awesome and intimidating climb to the Labrador bends,
high above in the clouds on the A379 corniche.
Sherpa
Pollyfella was a hundred yards to the good in front, but on that
gradient it was as good as a quarter of a mile. The Bird tipped his
baseball hat in homage to the mountain goat who actually maintained a
running gait to the top... Whoa!
The
pain and suffering on the pack were pitiful to see - BroadS, fresh from
his Buckland Bounder 6 miler on Saturday, led the Penners Manopause and
Erection, both palpably unsuited to mountain climbing. Binoculars were
needed to identify the rest of the pack just embarking on the alarming
ascent.
Usual running buddy Man-Pig stole a march whilst I filmed the spectacular Eiger Sanction (1975) and that effectively was that.
Down
Better Flee lane fled the Bird in vain pursuit. The last L/S split
appeared at the bottom of the rutted country lane and old habits Die Hard (1988) as I turned onto the long briefly before sadly reining back onto the short.
Passing
the Ferry Boat Inn at exactly 4 miles, the dashboard was awash with red
warning lights. The sight of hashers reclining outside the pub made the
last climb to the car park even harder.
I came, I saw and, most importantly, I got round! Thank you Swinger and Well Hopped!
THE DOWN-DOWNS
A spin of the coin decided the RA - Man-Pig.
Man-Pig
was still recovering from having paid a staggering £5.40 (how much?)
for a pint of Beavertown Neckoil (tasted like lemonade!) when Teapot
arrived with excellent news. The pub had more than excelled by donating a full 4 pints of Tribute for the Down-Downs. Thank you Ferryboat Inn.....most generous and very gratefully received.
1st Down-Down:
Smellie was going to award the horned hat to Shitfaced for being the
Pied Piper of Hamlyn leading eight SCB's but Shitfaced had already gone
to pick up his son.
Always
have a Plan B so Smellie selected dear old dad (Well Hopped) instead - a
note for the inconsiderate father (which self-respecting Dad would let
their daughter work in a brewery?)
2nd Down-Down:
Teapot gave the Hash shirt to pink teeshirt attired Kermit for
decamping immediately to the pub but making the error of trying to hide
from onlookers - a note for the Pink Panther, please.
3rd Down-Down:
No more physical awards to hand out. Nevertheless, Bobbiball got a
Down-Down for pathetic parking - a note for Reginald Molehusband that
transcended into the usual, "Bobbiball, Bobbiball, Bobbiball etc...."
Never mind, as a result of being the driver, BB was topped up by Bobby's
pint.
A BEER TOO FAR (2022)
Still far too much beer to give away. Were there any more stories? A civilian piped up, "I am Almost Desperate*.
I used to run with you years ago. I never completed a run and have the
badge to prove it". 'Come forth for a DD', implored Forrest but he made
a beeline for the bar.
Bobbiball
was put in the frame yet again and nominated for failing to complete
the Walkers' trail but escaped a double down-down.
Arkangel
came to the aid of the party by dobbing Forrest in it for directing him
to the toilets. Forrest called his own down-down with: 'Here's one for
the urinals!' B'BOOM!
Finally,
the hares had their well-earned drink to the chorus of 'Hold it in your
hand, Mrs. Murphy' though Well Hopped almost collapsed with a laughing
fit en route!
All leftover beer was kindly distributed by Forrest.
Thank
the pub for the beer! Despite a fantastic 4 pints of Tribute
contributed by the pub, the absent-minded RA forgot to thank the pub!
I did, however, on several visits to refuel, thank Matt the landlord and Matt the barman for their hospitality.
* Actually Shaldon and Stokeinteignhead councillor Chris Clarance which might explain his reluctance to take a public Down-down.
NEXT WEEK
Sousson's
Plantation near Grimspound, Dartmoor (not too far from the Warren
House Inn). Exact details to be posted on our Facebook page.
Now it's Time to go home, time to go home, Man-Pig and BB are waving goodbye, goodbye..
On-On to next week!
YELLOW HAMMER, SAUSAGES & GREBES. OH MY!
TVH3 The Words for 6th June 2022 - The Horseshoe Centre, Heathfield - Run No. 1920
HARES: Beefy and Pisswell
Who
wuz there: Beefy, Pisswell, Shitfaced, Soapy, Melonpicker, Man-Pig,
Forrest-Stump, Hotlips, Zoot, Piltdown Man, Georgy Porgy, Smellie,
Manopause, Wet-Johnny, Able Semen, Slip-on-Me, Coldtits, Piddler,
Strap-On, Strap Dancer, Wetfart, Teapot, Bobbiball.
The Circle
We
circled up in new territory - The Horseshoe Centre, Heathfield. This
used to be a tiny village primary school and Forrest was delighted to
tell us that he was one of their former alumni.
Shitfaced,
having recovered from his excellent method acting of Captain Jack
Sparrow, advised that the On-Down was The Star at Liverton. The food
was sausage and chips at a heady £6.80 a head.
Man-Pig asked for a volunteer to do the Words. Piddler volunteered Smellie whilst Smellie was still tying up her shoelaces!
Beefy introduced the trail. Marks were always on the right - except where they had been gone over by a lawnmower. Longs were about 5 miles. Longs and Shorts less!
The Trail - by S M Ellie
Arriving
a bit flustered at the circle somewhere Newton Abbotish (?) I managed
to inadvertently volunteer for the words while putting on my shoe. Damn!
Announcements
were made. Sorry, little recollection. I do, however, recall there
being confusion about what’s medium? A balti and 175ml glass of
Sauvignon Blanc. On a similar note, Beefy said there would be
yellowhammers on the trail. Oh goody, I thought!
Off
we set into beautiful countryside. The FRB’s shot off! Given the
current foot rehab status, I soon fell behind. Hey ho! That didn't last
long. I was soon joined by Piddler, who was following up my rear
[Shirley sic] and it was noted he had stopped moaning for the first time
that evening.
The trail was well marked and it was a lovely evening. Nobody to disturb my peace...
As
the trail progressed, it seemed that the rather lovely Long's were
rather short. Clocking only 3 miles, we passed the On Home marker. Damn
again!
As
my rehab feet were faring ok, I wanted more.
I had a cunning plan! Why
not run the walkers trail? Well as it turns out... That was the plan.
Anyhow. Funny that! All was well except somehow, we managed to do it
backwards?
Arriving
in some woods, I heard mention of Yellowhammer. Yay! A Beer Stop! I was
rather bemused by being told to listen. ‘It sounds like milk and bread’
Beefy exclaimed enthusiastically. No! Not Beer? It appeared the
yellowhammer was of the feathered variety! Damn.
As
we passed Georgie P, Piltdown. Soapy, Melon Picker, Zoot and Hot Lips
and most of the Walking Crew, they all informed us: ‘You’re going the
wrong way!’ Oh, the shame! Well, anyone foolish enough to follow me
deserves it!
Trekking
along a stunning riverbank, I heard a voice from above in the trees.
‘Look Grebes!' How did Coldtitz do that? And what are Grebes? Sounds
like an STD?!
Further
along the river, there was a photo opportunity to be had. Pisswell
joined us, making Piddler the thorn between the roses. (You’re welcome!)
We continued backwards on trail to the On Home.
Joining Piltdown and Georgie P In the car, we made bets on the final score. We caught the results. Boris remains in da House. Politics over and time for a beer at the Star.
Talk
at the table of the hash descending on a beer festival. One for Wet
Jonny! Then the expensive sausage debacle. We were instructed to eat up
to help out. Money in the pot. Threesome would have a turn!
The Down Downs
Able Seaman awarded the hare the birthday hat for the stunning trail that was enjoyed by all.
Soapy
ran out of options after her first choice had already gone home.
Finding Beefy taken, she opted for Teapot though I don’t recall his
misdemeanour. However, the down down receptacle nearly found an
alternative use as a barf bucket.
I
am happy to report that Teapot recovered himself well. Piddler was
awarded a 500 badge and almost a double down down for being distracted
on the trail.
S. M.Ellie was called up to help. (As the Word mistress I can be economical with the truth!) I can also report 'beaten by a woman' was chanted!
The
final award, now known as the Checking chicken hat, Wet Fart awarded to
Piltdown man for his navigation skills during the perilous journey from
Teignmouth. He gallantly delivered Georgie, myself and Choca safely to
the hash.
So
endeth the account, as much as I can recall. Many thanks to the Hare
for a beautiful and memorable trail. A great time was had by all!
S.M. Ellie
The Down-Downs - backup notes by MP
Forrest-Stump presiding:
1st
Down-Down: Able Semen gives the first award to Beefy for a lovely trail
on virgin ground and with wonderful vistas and wildlife.
2nd
Down-Down: Wetfart gives the Hashshit shirt to Teapot - can't remember
why. Hopefully, Smellie will remember. (Oh no she didn't!)
3rd
Down-Down: Beefy has the Horned hat to give away. I simply wasn't
paying attention. I can't remember who had it. Amnesia has set in....or
is it dementia?
4th
Down-Down: There is a 500-run badge to award. This goes to Piddler. He
didn't even want a whole half-pint so he wanted to share it with
Smellie; something about Smellie's rear. Anyway, there was a spare beer
so they ended up downing a half each.
5th
Down-Down: Finally there was a half-pint of water. I can't remember who
had it or for what. It may have been awarded to Beefy for a bit of a
cock-up regarding the food. Apparently Beefy had advised the pub that
they might expect to have up to 15 hashers wanting to eat. The pub had interpreted that as a confirmed order for 15 sausage and chips at £6.80/head!
The
upshot of all this was that Beefy initially paid for all the sausage
and chips as we didn't want to risk alienating the pub and blacklisting
TVH3 (this hasn't happened since the episode with Mavis and his exposed
undercarriage at the Cleave at Lustleigh).
The
sausage and chips were brought out on trays in any event after the
Down-Downs. Teapot partially explained what had happened and suggested
that we simply put some money in the pot to contribute towards the food -
which they did, generously.
The shortfall should be made up from hash funds as it was a genuine misunderstanding.
These things do happen to even the most experienced hashers as both MP and BB know only too well!
I
forgot that one of the awards was to Piltdown Man for not reading the
traffic report. There was an accident on the Teignmouth/Wear barton road
which caused Piltdown, Georgie and Smellie almost to miss the Circle. I
think Beefy made this award and it made to a chorus of, "Here's to the
misguided one etc....."
Next week
The Ness car park, Shaldon with the On-Down at the Ferry Boat Inn. Hares are Well Hopped and Swinger.
It's time to say goodbye from SM Ellie and goodbye from MP.
ON ON to next week!
NUMBER 2 SO FONDLY REMEMBERED BY TEIGN VALLEY
TVH3 The Words for 30th May 2022 - Union Inn, Denbury - Number 2's Celebratory Hash appropriately laid by Poacher - Run No. 1919
HARES: Poacher with Soapy on rum stop duty
Who
wuz there: Poacher, Soapy, Melonpicker, Palmolive, 'ello Vera, Wash
'n' Go, Capt Jack Sparrow, T-Humper, iPoo'd, Only Here for the Beer,
Man-Pig, Arkangel, Cheerio Beerio, Hotlips, Zoot, Ernie, Beefy,
Piltdown Man, Georgy Porgy, Big End, Well Hopped, Ned, Well Hopped's
minis x2 (I don't think they've been named yet), Manopause, Wet-Johnny,
Erection, Pork Torpedo, Horny, Deep Semen, Ablesemen, Slip-on-Me,
Strap-On, Strap Dancer, Wide Receiver, Wetfart, Teapo, Threesum, and
Coldtits.
The Circle
On
the day that we celebrated Number 2's life, it was perfectly apt that
the hare should be Poacher and that the location be Denbury. We all have
our memories of Number 2. Small in stature huge in character. The life
and soul of many a hash party not to mention the extravaganzas hosted at
her riding school in Luton - always on the Saturday nearest the
midsummer solstice. Bizarre, bonkers, and always fun, fun, fun.
Poacher's
introduction to the trail was brief. There was a sweetie stop, there
were two Long/Short splits and, "The first check is over there!".
The Trail by Palmolive
Run no.1919 Pub Union Inn at Denbury, 30th May Hare Poacher. Rum stop by Soapy.
The
theme was Caribbean as it was a run to celebrate and remember No.2 who
had a great love of Barbados and all the sun, sea, and rum that goes
with it!
An
excuse for fancy dress and bright colour outfits to be worn along with a
smile. Earlier in the day, I was at mum's - Soapy, along with her
Grandchildren Allo'Vera and Wash'n' Go having fun working out what to
wear digging through bags of grass skirts and flower garlands, such fun
as every time you put on a grass skirt it makes your hips gyrate!!!
We
met on the green outside the pub, whilst the locals were busy putting
up bunting to celebrate the Queens Platinum Jubilee, good timing as it
made it even more of a party feel as the yummy rum stop was on the green
beautifully decorated by Soapy and little assistant Wash 'n' Go.
Hashers
joined in dribs and drabs ready for 7.15pm all admiring each other's
fun costumes and outfits. Plenty of flower garlands and grass skirts!
Shit
Faced, looking awesome as Jack Sparrow and taking his role very
seriously with his bottle of rum in hand and staggering around! Horny
and Pork Torpedo also coming as pirates of the Caribbean and with great
effort and to most male hashers delight no shorts under her very short
skirt!!!
Poacher
had laid the trail, some downpours during the day making it a little
tricky but by the evening we were blessed with sunshine.
An
explanation of what we were doing, longs and shorts, and hands up for
sausage and chips for when the pub opened. Then we were off. Teapot
having the right idea at the first check, sit on the bench, and wait for
the front runners to find it!
Through
the village, getting funny looks and even waves from the windows from
the locals, I think they wondered where the party was! We admired the
decorations as we ran through Denbury, nearly every house having Union
Jack flags out, one even seemed to have the Queen visiting I saw her at
the window!
County
Lanes, full of pretty dainty flowers and little false trails to keep us
on our toes! But generally heading on up towards the downs,
I
did all the shorts on the run mostly chatting all the way and having a
giggle every time we came to a stile or gate as for some reason Horny
was asked to go over it first!!?
The
views from the downs were a sight to behold. Such a still, clear
evening you could see for miles, we should be grateful for every day we
have on this beautiful Earth filled with our friends and family.
We
had a sweetie stop at the top to help regroup, the longs were nowhere
to be seen but I managed to resist eating their fill of the sweets!
We
passed them as we were coming back down off the Downs, where Allo' Vera
kindly put a weed over the initial cross so they'd know the route -
this might come back to haunt her!
Looking
online, it shows a Stravastrava run, I'm guessing this was mostly
'Longs' either that or I was intoxicated from the rum aroma from Shit
Faced - I forgot where I was?!?!?
Back
at the Green, we were greeted by the glorious rum stop! Rum punch and
the scrummy rum cake was just as nice on my tea break at work the next
day!!! Thanks, Soapy for the spread and decorations, just brilliant.
Once
all back and circled up, Manpig got down-downs underway, with songs
from the Songmaster Pork Torpedo. My favourite song being the famer who
has Tourette's!!!
Wet Fart got one for not saying Hi to I think Able when he was seen looking rather dapper in Teignmouth.
Able had a Birthday Down Down, all the right notes in the wrong order!
Beefy got one for being a FRB.
Allo'Vera
had her first down-down for being mistakenly heard by Hot Lips that
she'd weed on one of the marks! She was trying to be helpful! Good on
you girl, a swift half-pint of water was gone in a second.
Soapy had to down-down as she wasn't sure how much rum to put in the rum punch - A LOT PLEASE!!
Lots
of laughs and more giggles and Manpig said a few words and we raised a
glass to No.2. What a strong woman she was who made a mark on so many
people and was a great character and brought life to the party, she will
really be missed. A true hasher.
The
pub had kindly opened just for us, so bundled inside as the temperature
started to dip, to get a pint and a fill of sausage and chips.
A great evening and a great trail. Thanks Poacher. On On to next week,
Palmolive. x
The Down-Downs as described by MP
Thank the pub for the beer....and for opening especially for us on a Monday night.
Thank Poacher for laying a lovely trail.
1st
Down-Down: Slip-on-Me awards the birthday cake hat to Ablesemen as it
was her "21st" birthday yesterday - all the right notes, although not
necessarily in the right order.
2nd
Down-Down: Able Semen awards the horned hat to Wetfart for ignoring
pretty young women when walking straight past Able, without
acknowledging her, in Newton Abbot. A note from our Songmeister, Pork
Torpedo, "Old McDonald had terrets..."
3rd
Down-Down: Erection gives Jester's hat to Beefy for FRB'ing. Although
it could have been for carrying a pineapple (a real one) all around the
trail. Another song from the Songmeister.
4th
Down-Down: a spare down-down and there was a story of weed and grass on
trail. Drug taking on the hash? And by one of our youngest harriets?
Shirley not! A glass of water for 'ello Vera accompanied by "The Grand
Old Duke of York....."
5th
Down-Down: a final down-down appropriately given to Soapy, but not for
her splendid fare, rum cake, Able's birthday cake, and the rum punch.
It was for the manner in which the rum punch was prepared:
"Man-Pig. How much punch shall I make? Shall I make it strong or weak?"
"Hmmmm. Don't know. Let's see how many hashers turn up and concoct accordingly".
"That's a good idea. I have two big jugs!"
"Yes. And so you do!"
Immediately the Songmeister comes up with, "She's a little flat chested but she's alright..."
It's goodbye from Palmolive and goodbye from Man-Pig.
Next week
Heathfield
Industrial estate from The Greater Horseshoe School. Details and a
What3Words location will be on the Facebook page. Hare is Beefy.
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