Run #1853 Monday 14th December from the Parish Centre CP Kingskerswell with hare ManPig
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The star of hope shone bravely from St Mary's church as I nosed past at a quarter to seven. Entering the deserted Parish centre chariot tether, I wondered if it was indeed Monday - confus-ed at last have I succumbed.
Brevity is the word for the Bird this week, warriors all and mayhap you may miss Misses Eaton, Temple and Bassey.
Events conspired against several hashers to reduce the roll-call and select was the gathering:
GM Shitfaced, Able, Coldtits, SM Ellie, Beefy, Fukarwi, Pisswell, Grinder, Deep Throat, Wide Receiver, 69, ParaP, Jane, Wigwam, SatNav (late, so late, for our most important date), BB, ManPig, Big End and Well Hopped (with Ned).
Cutting to the chase and resisting my usual superfluous chit-chat, I will merely pass on fleeting and nightmarish recollections of the dรฉjร vu trail.
ManPig's briefing which failed to jog my memory as he stated 'Only three of you have run this trail before'.
Wondering if it was possible to run after an aborted warm-up.
The penny finally dropping as we climbed towards the Nellie.
The real fear of not being able to cope again with Manpig's Killer Trail from November 10th - the Famous Three who did it being Beefy, Pisswell and the Bird.
Directing the faltering FRBs down Daccombe Mill Lane in the absence of marks. Someone saying 'Why are we following Bluebird?'
Calling FRBs back when they had missed the turning up Downaway Lane.
Relieved that Fukarwi, Well Hopped and Big End were there after Beefy, Grinder, Deep Throat and Wide Receiver had disappeared.
Stumbling and nearly falling on rugged long loop descent. Big End and Fukarwi worried that they might have to carry me back.
Deep Throat overtaking yet again after smashing off-trail.
Chatting with Fukarwi about my favourite tv quiz Pointless which took my mind off the mounting pain in my heel.
The fun of trying to dodge the muddy puddles in Deerpark Lane back on the short trail.
The elation inducing tarmac downhill run before immediately grinding to a halt on the last climb back to civilization.
Being unable to run up the last few yards of a gentle hill and thankful I had got round.
Waiting in the car park with Beefy until Pisswell and ManPig got back.
Enjoying seeing everybody and at least having an evening out.
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It was as dread a trail that I can recall, but perhaps my boat is being called in at last. I still wouldn't have missed it though as I passed the test. I was spent after completing a solo around ManPig's 'Ghost Trail' last month but couldn't have imagined that I would be doing it again.
It crossed my mind that ManPig might have departed early after the trail but I should have known better than that. After laying the Beast, he swept the trail - which was ideally manufactured to see both long and short sections - arriving back with Pisswell. A pretty rugged effort by ManPig. Te saluto, I salute you my son.
Thank goodness Fukarwi, Big End and Well Hopped (plus a beautifully groomed and washed Ned - definitely needed again after the trail!) were there for company, I would have suffered greatly without them. But that's what hashing is all about, isn't it?
๐ข๐ก ๐ข๐ก to next week and Glory Be, it's Me. Quite possibly a change of venue from that discussed Monday so make sure you look for updates here. Hares BB AND the infamous Rottenfรผhrer himself, Bobby (Panzer) Woll.
