CAPTAIN PEACOCK'S SEND OFF HASH

Monday 30th May 2016
Barton Hill CP, Dawlish
Hares Cpt. Peacock and Retread
Billed in Teign Valleys Diary as a joint hash with Haldon
Soooo many people wanted to see the back...... sorry to say farewell to Cpt. Peacock that this turned into a reunion of ex TVH hashers now running with other hashes and of friends from as far afield as Cheltenham & Gloucester and Taunton H3's.
Visitors included Sorepoint, Paperwork, Buzby, Screech, Bell Toll, Oddbitz and Wobbly Bitz, Avatar and Tiny Tanks.....apologies to those missed but I wasn't taking notes.
Any hoo, there we was in t' car park. The reason for afor said Peacock's departure was him being lured away by a siren from C & G HHH and she welcomed him into the C & G fraternity in their usual fashion by dressing him up in fancy peacock design lycra and some authentic feathers.
Formalities over the run was announced as 4 – 6 miles with mandatory regroups and “sardine style” checks and “On-on” was called.
The run took us to Coryton Cove where Rambo smoothtalked some attractive young things into using his equipment (camera, don't let your mind's wander!) and a panoramic view of the gathered ensemble was recorded for posterior, as we posed on the groyne.
An inevitable climb up the steep cliff brought us to Teapots hareem. SCB had sweet talked them in his usual fashion promising a short one.
With a leap and bound we crossed the A379 and headed for some fields of an as yet unidentified crop. Zoot hypothesised they might be broad beans and hoped that Hot Lips had not seen them for fear of the consequences of him even looking at a bean.
Led on by Kim we ignored some crosses and headed for Holcombe Cross and on down to the ford. A simple trail back to the car park was complicated by several detours and a recce of Dawlish Strand. This latter part I admit I did not comply to as being a regular Dawlish visitor I cheated.
The On Down was the South Devon Inn.
On first impressions it looked like we were going to spend the evening on the pavement outside. The pub was athrong with yer local sorts enjoying some terrific but very loud prog rock/ blues which made any conversation inside practically impossible. However we were directed to the White Room, “down past the toilets and on the left” where we found some delicious food laid out and our own well stocked bar.
A cunning plan was devised between our R.A.s Wide Reciever and Mouldy Dick and as each recipient took their place for their award the DD was diverted to Cpt, Paecock. Protests of having to get to work next October failed to get him out of an eventual 6 DD's. Great fun, except for some of the original nominees who looked rather disappointed at getting no free beer.
Yer 'gone man' was presented with a number of thoughtful awards including an Isca tee, a working peacock model, a picture collage and a good bye card.
It had been a very good evening and when all the food was snaffed we went home to ponder the next events. Gispert Gallop featuring the A2B this weekend. Yeeeha
On On
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