Run #1785 Monday 11th March from The Cridford Inn at Trusham with Forrest, Poacher & Fallen Woman.
What is it about ye olde Cridford Inn at Trusham - and why do we feel
an almost mystic attraction to this ever popular OD? Can it be the
ghostly calling of the mad nun or the bloodied Cavalier who both refuse
to leave the blackened beamed interior of this ancient ale house or is
it simply the promise of a Forrest trail [sic] within the excellent
Trusham hashing territory?
No matter, my petulant penguins, let's
do what has to be done and report on the trials, tribulations and
comical disasters that befall our happy band each and every Monday
eve...
Reassuringly, at the turn-off for tiny Trusham, Broken Man
& Fallen Woman's millionaire camper could be seen parked on
Trucker's field. Wending our way up possibly the most tortuous approach
to an OD, Rambo and I were well in time to secure a prime parking space
before the Ben Hur chariot carnage that inevitably occurs later.
Poacher was already parked and preparing to go out to check all was well
(Trusham good old boys known to kick out a few marks for a laugh) and
shortly after Forrest appeared looking as though he had just woken up
(which he had) and had to be given a spare head torch as he had
forgotten his.
Teapot called the roll at thirty two and after a little thought, they were as follows:
Fallen Woman, Broken Man, Forrest, Poacher, WJ., Manopause, Fukarwi,
Broads, Rambo, Doris, Manpig, Archangel, Teapot, Shitfaced,
Coldtits, Soapy, Melon Picker, Ina, Sarah (virgin), 69, Only Here, Slip on Me, Warm Front (long absent returnee), Beefy, U Bend, Piddler, BB, SatNav, 3sum, Piltdown, Georgy P, Tesco's Finest. 32 Ole!
Coldtits, Soapy, Melon Picker, Ina, Sarah (virgin), 69, Only Here, Slip on Me, Warm Front (long absent returnee), Beefy, U Bend, Piddler, BB, SatNav, 3sum, Piltdown, Georgy P, Tesco's Finest. 32 Ole!
Forrest
was understandably suffering from his Grizzly exertions and had help
from serial trail layer Poacher AND Fallen Woman who was after all in
situ. A long, short and medium plus walkers' trail were outlined along
with a SS and with that we were dispersed into the Trusham wilds -
longs/mediums to the right and walkers to the left.
Poacher
(suspiciously noted with flour dispenser) & Cider were going to
accompany us and at the second check the direction was confirmed. A
steep ascent soon sorted the pack out and the longs/FRBs assembled and
there was to be a surprise addition to our usual brave band - more on
this later lads. Predictably (Fukarwi: 'She is almost a professional
after all.') the slight figure of returnee Warm Front danced prettily
into the lead with WJ, Fukarwi, Manpig, BroadS and the slow starting
(caught at the back of the pack) Beefy strung out in Indian file behind.
Just after a mile into the trail and the L/S split took us hard a port
into a field and then the funbegun [sic]. The longs had observed
Poacher's laying pattern and were well aware of how spread out the marks
were - one dot and nothing for a couple of hundred yards or so - and
this was Shirley the case. Round and round the field we trekked
searching for clues but none were to be had and that was the last time
we saw Warm Front as she disappeared and no shouts could be heard from
her direction.
Eventually WJ found the trail over a stile which
he, who shall remain nameless, had completely missed - sigh. It was
then a game of cat and mouse or rather hare and FRBs as we ran with the
hare and took it in turns to check it out while the rest remained with
Poacher.
It was shortly after that an addition to our select
number was seen - Ina, and there she was mixing it with the hard men of
the hash, good on you girl! Beefy's snap at the SS shows her with
Manpig, Fukarwi, WJ, BroadS, BB and Poach. Manpig was a revelation,
still rolling after four hours of Grizzly mud the day before. If he had
been a horse (Manhorse?) he would Shirley have been routine dope tested
for such an outrageous performance. WJ did observe later, however, that
Manpig was starting to walk like Jack Sparrow! Gave us a laugh didn't
it lads! A quick photo op for Fukarwi who was snapped, face mud
bespattered after another fall to add to his CV - good boy Fukarwi!
Poacher decided that he wasn't going to leave the large plastic bin of
sweeties (the mediums apparently searched in vain for it) and took it
with him as we headed back onto the trail.
Getting towards the
end and young Ina who had been Klinging on* for dear life to the
relentless longs asked if I wanted her to move over to overtake. 'Don't
be silly, I can hardly keep up with you!' was the gasped reply.
It was quite a relief to descend back down the hill into Trusham and the
OH and though we had been out for over an hour (54 minutes moving) we
had only covered 4.8 miles - such was the severe shiggy we had
encountered out there. Nice one hares, we enjoyed, didn't we?
A
tale of confusion was related regarding the walkers' trail and Teapot's
name was mentioned - something about the trail was too long (less than a
mile I think) and he was turning back? Oh well, I suppose that'll be
our fate in thirty years time, Teapot...
Never mind, into the
oldest pub in Devon and there Shirley** was a welcome waiting Winfield
from the new management. Old favourites Legend, Jail and Otter were on
tap and a feast for an army was waiting in the wings: Sausages in their
thousands AND the triumph of many a year - the chips to die for. Now TVH
are very discerning about their chips and expert chip critics abound
and these chips could not be bettered, Beefy. So let it be written, so
let it be recorded - the Cridford chips were champion!
AWARDS & NAMING
Fallen Woman RAd proceedings and the awards went to:
Manpig (Hashit shirt complete with prized Grizzly number) to ARCHANGEL for not running the Grizzly or laying the trail.
Forrest (Ceremonial Bat hat) to Sarah (wasn't she sweet?) for using her phone torch to see the way on trail.
Shitfaced (Vampire Bat hat) to Ina for 'scrounging lifts'.
Ina was due for a naming so the DD was combined and celebrated joyously as she was given the hash handle of KLINGON! (Sci-fi fan to those who weren't there)
EXTRA DDs (courtesy Forrest's wallet) to the hares AND Bobbiball as Forrest wanted to hear the song - sigh. Poor Bobby wasn't expecting it (too many chips) and struggled.
Fallen Woman RAd proceedings and the awards went to:
Manpig (Hashit shirt complete with prized Grizzly number) to ARCHANGEL for not running the Grizzly or laying the trail.
Forrest (Ceremonial Bat hat) to Sarah (wasn't she sweet?) for using her phone torch to see the way on trail.
Shitfaced (Vampire Bat hat) to Ina for 'scrounging lifts'.
Ina was due for a naming so the DD was combined and celebrated joyously as she was given the hash handle of KLINGON! (Sci-fi fan to those who weren't there)
EXTRA DDs (courtesy Forrest's wallet) to the hares AND Bobbiball as Forrest wanted to hear the song - sigh. Poor Bobby wasn't expecting it (too many chips) and struggled.
A really
great evening and the highlights were: A well thought out and tough
trail; the new Klingon Klinging on grimly to the FRBs; the Cridford
chips; Manpig's remarkable recuperative powers and of course the Klingon
celebrations - I've seldom seen anyone so happy about their hash name,
lovely to see.
* It had to be done.
** Only three Shirleys Bobby as I've been celebrating quite heavily after Day 1 at Cheltenham!
** Only three Shirleys Bobby as I've been celebrating quite heavily after Day 1 at Cheltenham!
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