.......TO A P**S UP IN A BREWERY
#1755 Mon 13th August from The RED ROCK BREWERY Bishopsteignton.
Hares: Shit-Faced & Archangel Scribe Bluebird
My first visit to the Red Rock Brewery, nestled sleepily in the Humber depths above Bishopsteignton and I wasn't to be disappointed.
Hashing derring-do, another chance to ascend the Halls of Valhalla and, if surviving - a right royal p**s up in a brewery to conclude the jollity, but I overstep myself, so back to the beginning.
Rugged and rural parking was plentiful at the Red Rock and Broken Man and Fallen Woman had - as always - already reserved a prime position for their hashwagon as the hash cavalry drew up, cowboy fashion, in a cloud of dust.
A goodly turnout of some forty four and Winfield was quick on the draw answering the GM's party piece circle starter for ten question to secure the Red Rock pint.
Soapy stepped to the oche to deliver her exhortation for Migman's Memorial Bra & Pants run next week and a plea for cakes to be baked/bought and brought along for an auction in the Kestor afterwards - all proceeds to Rowcroft.
Shit-faced delivered the glad tidings for the trail - three L/S splits with marks on the right and with the setting sun at our backs we set off on another journey into the unknown.
A longish climb strung the pack out and upon breasting the rise an unexpected sight befell mine eyes - half a leg lying forlornly and abandoned at the road junction. Thinking that a calamity had befallen Forrest, I gathered the half a leg up and set off to find our gladiator of the hash.
Up a gloomy and craggy lane we struggled to suddenly be met by Poacher in all flee mode coming back to us - apparently the victim of one of his Ha Has at the summit.- the biter bit so it would seem. Forrest, propelled by his hound, loomed into view and explained the purpose of the 'half a leg'. Still, a trophy it was and I continued to clutch it, magpie like around the trail.
The trail manifested itself as a huge figure of eight loop with chances aplenty for shorts and walkers to keep up with the action. Espied along the way were Slip on Me, Teapot and buddy Wetfart, Broken Man and Rambo - all determined to upkeep the ethos of the hash - you all dun good.
The last L/S and Fukawe and I, both pretty well done in by the climbs would have sneakily opted for the silvery short but for Tiny Tanks and Woof Woof just ahead. 'What are we, men or wimps?' quoth Fukawe and off we (reluctantly) staggered.
Across the last field and glory be, the brewery (and the beer) could be seen below us as Forrest asked us for our estimates of the mileage. I thought about the same as last week (3.7M) but remarkably it was 5.3M though Forrest was the closest, guesstimating 5 plus miles.
Inside the tiny bar area we patiently queued for the Red Rock selection and the £2.50 price tag - what a night for the non drivers it was! The pies at £2 were great as well I was told. Through a comfy snug and into a betrestled garden did we gather in the fading light to quaff our ale and await the entertainment afforded by the downdowns. Our Song-master Pork Torpedo astonished us with several bawdy ditties - oh hail the Song-master!
DOWN-DOWNS
Moose hat by Poacher to Kermit's partner (who passed it on to Kermit) for refusing to let him pass.
Hashit shirt by Hornie to Bluebird for last week's shenanigans and losing his keys.
Substitute Checkin' chicken hat by Bluebird to Fukawe for not coming to his aid when he was felled by a low branch.
250 Run Badge to Fukawe.
Hare's DD to Shit-faced for the trail and Ha Ha.
* From the Alfred, Lord Tennyson poem 'The Charge of the Light Brigade' … 'Half a league, half a league, half a league onward..' No? well please yourselves then.
A brilliant evening and thanks go to Shit-faced and co hare Archangel for their efforts and not forgetting the huge hospitality of the Red Rock Brewery.
ON ON to next week and the Migman Bra & Pants Memorial run from the Kestor Inn at Manaton with Poacher & 69.
#1755 Mon 13th August from The RED ROCK BREWERY Bishopsteignton.
Hares: Shit-Faced & Archangel Scribe Bluebird
My first visit to the Red Rock Brewery, nestled sleepily in the Humber depths above Bishopsteignton and I wasn't to be disappointed.
Hashing derring-do, another chance to ascend the Halls of Valhalla and, if surviving - a right royal p**s up in a brewery to conclude the jollity, but I overstep myself, so back to the beginning.
Rugged and rural parking was plentiful at the Red Rock and Broken Man and Fallen Woman had - as always - already reserved a prime position for their hashwagon as the hash cavalry drew up, cowboy fashion, in a cloud of dust.
A goodly turnout of some forty four and Winfield was quick on the draw answering the GM's party piece circle starter for ten question to secure the Red Rock pint.
Soapy stepped to the oche to deliver her exhortation for Migman's Memorial Bra & Pants run next week and a plea for cakes to be baked/bought and brought along for an auction in the Kestor afterwards - all proceeds to Rowcroft.
Shit-faced delivered the glad tidings for the trail - three L/S splits with marks on the right and with the setting sun at our backs we set off on another journey into the unknown.
A longish climb strung the pack out and upon breasting the rise an unexpected sight befell mine eyes - half a leg lying forlornly and abandoned at the road junction. Thinking that a calamity had befallen Forrest, I gathered the half a leg up and set off to find our gladiator of the hash.
Up a gloomy and craggy lane we struggled to suddenly be met by Poacher in all flee mode coming back to us - apparently the victim of one of his Ha Has at the summit.- the biter bit so it would seem. Forrest, propelled by his hound, loomed into view and explained the purpose of the 'half a leg'. Still, a trophy it was and I continued to clutch it, magpie like around the trail.
The trail manifested itself as a huge figure of eight loop with chances aplenty for shorts and walkers to keep up with the action. Espied along the way were Slip on Me, Teapot and buddy Wetfart, Broken Man and Rambo - all determined to upkeep the ethos of the hash - you all dun good.
The last L/S and Fukawe and I, both pretty well done in by the climbs would have sneakily opted for the silvery short but for Tiny Tanks and Woof Woof just ahead. 'What are we, men or wimps?' quoth Fukawe and off we (reluctantly) staggered.
Across the last field and glory be, the brewery (and the beer) could be seen below us as Forrest asked us for our estimates of the mileage. I thought about the same as last week (3.7M) but remarkably it was 5.3M though Forrest was the closest, guesstimating 5 plus miles.
Inside the tiny bar area we patiently queued for the Red Rock selection and the £2.50 price tag - what a night for the non drivers it was! The pies at £2 were great as well I was told. Through a comfy snug and into a betrestled garden did we gather in the fading light to quaff our ale and await the entertainment afforded by the downdowns. Our Song-master Pork Torpedo astonished us with several bawdy ditties - oh hail the Song-master!
DOWN-DOWNS
Moose hat by Poacher to Kermit's partner (who passed it on to Kermit) for refusing to let him pass.
Hashit shirt by Hornie to Bluebird for last week's shenanigans and losing his keys.
Substitute Checkin' chicken hat by Bluebird to Fukawe for not coming to his aid when he was felled by a low branch.
250 Run Badge to Fukawe.
Hare's DD to Shit-faced for the trail and Ha Ha.
* From the Alfred, Lord Tennyson poem 'The Charge of the Light Brigade' … 'Half a league, half a league, half a league onward..' No? well please yourselves then.
A brilliant evening and thanks go to Shit-faced and co hare Archangel for their efforts and not forgetting the huge hospitality of the Red Rock Brewery.
ON ON to next week and the Migman Bra & Pants Memorial run from the Kestor Inn at Manaton with Poacher & 69.
