Run #1803 Monday 15th July from Trenchford & Tottiford Reservoirs OD The Bridford Inn with Poacher & Deep Semen
Slowly did they trickle [sic] into the
reservoir bridge car park which was soon full to overflowing [double
sic] on a balmy evening for the continuing saga (some say charade) that
is TVH. Forrest explained the reason for the heavily cratered and
potholed eastern approach 'road' - it being unadopted, therefore not
liable for council resurfacing and Bobby's Panzer would Shirley have
perished here, Oh Dearly Suspension Smashed...
Evidently having the constitution of a cast
iron cooking pot, Archangel managed (much to the surprise of T Humper)
to make an appearance after reportedly downing double figures of pints
at the Park on Sunday afternoon (cricket, you fools).
But never mind, the usual suspects and gang
members did gaily cavort, mingle and gossip whilst an ever increasingly
edgy Poacher kept muttering 'They've got a fair way to go, tell the GM
to get going..'
The Bestaffed One called his
Merry Men & Women to order and manifold and mysterious were the
messages that kept coming before mercifully, Deep Semen stepped up to
the oche to deliver us all from Bananarama banality.
With his utterance of a Magnificent Seven
(1960) miler for the longs, he wuz Shirley preaching to the converted
(FRBs you fools) but never mind, he added, 'It's all completely flat out
there..' Well, nearly... and we were released into the wondrous
Waterworld (1995) of the man made lakes..
Ready to RocknRolla (2008) were Flasher and a
behorned Runner Bean who had already had a nice little three plus miler
warm up from Bovey.
Mischievous
indeed was Poacher's indication of a Wong Wei from an early check -
most longs were alerted and came back but Runner Bean and Manpig were
out of earshot and Carried on Regardless (1961) Way Way Down into the
boondocks before turning... sigh
After about two miles of scenic lakeside
running, the dividing bridge betwixt Trenchford & Tottiford and the
well-sited SS loomed. A quick breather and off we set with just another
five miles to gogo..
Up
into the woods did we fearlessly foray Forrest, the scenery blurring
with our perspiring tears and always omnipresent was the Deep Semen -
studiously averting his gaze from the FRBs and their pleas for a pointer
or three...
Tumbling
down from a grassy lane, a crossroads of ultimate fear met our narrowed
eyes. Beefy gave a thumbs down for the right and Flasher returned from
the straight ahead saying it could be but it was so overgrown no marks
could be seen. Shirley left was the only viable option and Flasher fled,
a fast fading 'On one, on two' the only clues heard - and then,
nothing. Flasher was last seen far away on the horizon, heading for the
setting sun and cries of 'On YOU?' drifted unanswered on the wind. A
second scout, Runner Bean was sent. 'On one, on two..' then an
astonished 'A CROSS!!' Oh shamelessly feast in the Great Hall of Infamy, Flasher..*
Back we staggered to meet a tiny knot of longs awaiting wisdom - and a rather smug looking Semen.. HA!
Softly,
softly, catch an FRB was SM Ellie who had a stress free Serena** as the
snarling former FRBs were relegated to the longs.
Many
a twist, turn and adventure followed, but I must report on gladiatorial
glory seen along the highways and byways, Oh Dearly Didn't They Do
Well..
Chasing after Mawgan (off the
lead) Soapy was going like the clappers and the Wigster was wiggling
well after stopping the rot. Ex Bolivian Boy Wet Johnny was starting to
run lean and mean but the real eye-opener was Erection. After losing
over two stone (and climbing) this was a running revelation revealed and
now Team Penner Shirley is mob-handed with running (and drinking)
ability.
A glazed-eyed Flasher rejoined the Fray Bentos but was now limping and only firing on three cylinders..
More
mayhem materialised in a far flung field where an errant arrow sent
Chief Scout Beefy on a wild goose chase as Deep Semen and his gleeful
band of hangers-on continued the other way... sigh, we've been had again
lads..
The
only climb of note up Commons Hill brought us all back together and now
it was down to the reservoirs again with BroadS feeling lucky, kicking
in the turbo, the rotter.
Most
Stravas read mid six miles though Flasher and Runner Bean reached ten
plus and then it was pothole time again. Without the lads navigating, I
confess that I wouldn't have found the Bridford Inn, such were the
tortuous twists en routey.
Ale of choice was the Exeter Brewery's Ferryman 4.2 abv and we were well looked after by the pub with a hash menu to boot.
Forrest was, uncharacteristically, in sombre
mood at the bar. Languishing with his long-lasting back injury, his
spirits were raised [sic] when Archangel got him a whisky pain-killer.
Well hares, we really loved the trail and
what a beautiful evening to drink in the scenery. There were few gimmes
at the checks and Deep Semen kept us guessing for much of the trail -
which is how it should be, I grudgingly concede. Te saluto! I salute
thee, Deep Semen & the Poach.
** Williams, No? Well please...
WINFIELD'S WISDOM & DOWNDOWNS
#1803 Mon 15th July at Trenchford Reservoir,
high amongst the hills and forests above the Teign Valley, with Hares
Deep Semen & Poacher.There were at lest 3 possible routes to the
circle, where at least 40 keen Hashers did eventually find this secluded
spot. It was a great sunny evening where the hares had laid several
great trails around this very scenic area and later at OD Bridford Inn
Bridford there was good food and a beer before it was time for the
"Offenders" to step forward for their Awards....
DEEP SEMEN for (still) maintaining a poker face when asked for information on Trail!
ERECTION who was noted for his fast improving speed by a very concerned Bluebird!!
PILTDOWN MAN whose satnav setup took him in all possible directions around the area.
T.HUMPER who poured water over herself to give an extreme performance look before she finished.
