A wild windswept evening on Dartmoor with the wind aggressively blowing the dead flowers!
Who woz there: Hare Pisswell, Forrest, Beeflicker, Manpig, Ernie, Poacher, Big End, Well Hopped, Rodger the Dodger, Smash, returnee Werzit, Miss Mash, Wet Johnny, Isabelle, George P’Orgy, Piltdown Man.
Circle up: Our new Vice GM welcomed the brave hashers that had turned out on a wild, windy bank holiday evening. He had had to hoick them out of their cars as the heavens opened. Beeflicker, Beefy and the hare were already looking worse for wear, having arrived at the circle wet, with many miles already under their belt! He mumbled that it was hash number 20.. something. He hoped he had not been mistaken for our GM Pocket Rocket, after dying his hair black, ( or was it a dark blue?) for his butler performance in “Murdered to death” last week. The resemblance was uncanny!
The hare: The hare had had to park elsewhere in the day, as the carpark was full earlier. She had just laid the first bit of trail, cunningly returning over the ankle breaking terrain from Rippon tor to trick people. She was going to lay a live trail for the walkers, which would double as the longs later and be two way. She didn’t say there was a sweety stop or that E near an arrow meant “Easy”. Wasn’t that obvious?
The trail:
The white cliffs of Dover - Vera Lynn
There’ll be Bluebells all over/ White Cliffs Of Dover
Song by “what a din”/ Vera Lynn see below
Will the bluebells be over?
On Dartmoor past Stover
Past Haytor, just you wait and see
Saddle Tor and Laughter
The grand tour you’re after
The ground is blue at Emsworthy
And into the fields we’ll keep
The old barn we’ll see again
Some of you will go down steep
Cross rivers and streams and then…
There'll be wet feet in mire
If you so desire
The wet split, bog at Emsworthy
The walkers will find the track
To get on the old tram line
The beehive we should meet back
A regroup and sweety time
Then on to the quarries
They’re steep but no worries
The split marks your end, the bog will see!
And again, (last verse)now you know the tune! …
Soon the Bluebells are over
‘Neath Bracken and clover
A gallop home if all are found
Back to the car park
Before it gets dark
Tin, Pickle and Rhum for the On-down.
Out takes:
I didn’t quite perfect the time for the bluebells. A lot were dead.
I definitely didn’t coordinate the weather.
Walkers lost the “live” hare, when she disappeared from view! (Your dots were fresh!)
Thank you to Big End, Well hopped and Roger the Dodger for ignoring the Ha ha, ( not for the walkers at all) and listening to the echo in the quarry of me calling them to the sweety stop.
Thank you to returnee Werzit for coming, a great family gathering. None to be seen again however. Hope you were all ok? And Poacher also.
Longs and shorts well done. I’m glad you got to see the Beehive and Quarry. Well done Wet Johnny for carrying Isabelle over his shoulder to stop her feet getting wet. Amazing!
Manpig, Ernie, Beefy and Beeflicker thanks for persevering through gulleys, rivers, tors and moor. (And ignoring Es). Especial thanks to the two B’s for doing my “bog”. I’m gutted I didn’t get you all in the bog together, but hey ho!
As a treat you all got to miss the very steep Ha Ha!
Down downs: The hare’s down down was for being too “Easy”. Though I must say it was not an easy lay!
Well hopped got a down down for being very blonde and thinking that our returnee Werzit was discribed as blind! That’s “blonde”, Well Hopped, not “blind”!
Beeflicker was given a down down for running to the hash, seeing the hare being dropped off by Forrest to lay the bog, and wanting a lift. He was in the middle of a downpour with just a tea shirt on and looked pretty wild, so he didn’t get one!
Forrest, with the Bluehair, was awarded a down down for his triple role. He was GM for the evening, RA and co -hare after offering the lift (to Pisswell, not Beeflicker).
Piltdown man accepted a down down on behalf of all walkers who are scared of a Ha Ha. It was a pretty scarey one but not for walkers and in fact not for anyone in the end. If anyone wants a little laugh, I’ll tell you where to go, although I think the rain has washed it all away by now, along with all memories of this trail (never to be discussed again).
Thank you all for a lovely cosy evening in the pub.
On on to next week at The Grumpy Farmer, formally Red Rock Brewery with Well hopped, Big End and Rodger the dodger. Please dress appropriately, or was it …..Look Grumpy? Can’t remember. On on.
Pisswell xx
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