The words for hash number 2089 at Trendlebere top carpark, nr Manaton. Hare Poacher, On down Kestor Inn
Who woz there? Poacher, Miss Inn, Ernie, Beeflicker, Pisswell, Judgemental, SMEllie, Piltdown man and Coldtits.
The circle: Piltdown performed GM duties.
The hare: Poacher gave the normal spiel of
Laid on the right, fish hooks, back checks, ha has, swimming, hang gliding, bungee jumping etc.
The trail: And we were off! Oh no, we weren’t as Coldtits arrived, putting on her running gear and leading us in a warm up routine in her new Lycra and key holding backpack. There was an uphill climb as we went up Blackhill, towards Leighon. Beeflicker was found collapsed on the ground but on examination was just asleep and waiting for others to catch up!
Ernie was taking time out from his busy work schedule and Judgemental had been back running the park run. Is that really running?
Miss Inn was galloping along after her cross country at Holewell last week. Sadly no mane attraction, who had taken a fall at the water previously and been bitten by the crocodile.
Coldtits was breaking in the Lycra and Piltdown and her both took short and headed up to the viewpoint at the top of the hill. Being an unremarkable high point, they had made a little pile of stones and Poacher was able to show off his knowledge of the area, Hound tor with the coast of Wales on the horizon and the outer Hebrides in the far distance.
We all galloped down the hill again, following the route of the Haytor heller, according to Miss Inn. Approaching the road, the longs went right and the others left to rejoin later. Pisswell screamed as a deer shot out of the undergrowth and over her head! Beef flicker still dressed from his previous military run at Coleman Fishacre, got out his rifle and fired a shot, not knowing what has disturbing the hashing crew. And that was the end.
Who shot Poach…… er?
And then Beeflicker woke up again and it was all just a dream!
On downs:
Pisswell realising that no one had been nominated to write the words, said to keep your hands on your knees if you wanted to write them. Everyone’s hands shot up, except Poacher, who put his hand on Pisswells knee! He’s obviously not dead then and I got to do the words!
Anyway, down downs were given by those with previous awards, namely Coldtits and Poacher. Poacher nominated our returnee Judgemental with a down down for lying and saying he was doing the longs. A down down to the liar, who wore a fetching blue wig (he wears white ones usually) and the Irish hat.
Next Piltdown, who had been pretending to be a young teenager by looking at his phone all night, had a down down for climbing a vertical mile uphill to the viewpoint. He had the helicopter hat and a pair of flashing glasses. Here’s to the mountaineer..
Next week: This will be the Manor Inn at Gampton with U-Bend.
On on to next week.
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