A chorus of 'Great Hash' even before the Great BBQ, satisfied the hash group who met at the Park Inn. A favourite start and end point for TV3H, this evening did not disappoint. Before we get into the silliness of it all, big shout out to Hornie and Pork Torpedo celebrating 24 years of marriage, and a down down to boot!
Piswell was happily boasting about her marathon run earlier in the day (not really a marathon), but made sure the news was heard by all. Good to see Mr Harry Bostom making his annual hash appearance, in customary woolly hat worn only by those living in warmer climes! Reminders of up and coming social events were the subject of the notices, followed by a long ramble by tonight's hare of a solo lay, something about marks on the right, but might be on the left, normally 3 and a stop if I could be bothered, was the jiste of Shit Face's intro. The hash had heard enough and was ready to go.
Meanwhile 2 young virgin's were presented to the group (that does not sound good!), but Cheerio Beerio (mother of the 2!) came to their rescue and their brand new summer trainers were spared the customary dusting.
Back to the main event: Bee Flicker, Pocket Rocket and others set off at a great pace, believing the BBQ would be their reward. Others followed including Judgemental, MissInn and PissWell, happy to settle at a slower pace, full of confidence the BBQ definitely would be their reward.
Right out of Park Inn, following the road over the railway, before swinging right onto Church End Road. looping left onto Foredown Lane, right onto Maddacombe Road, and over one of various bridges spanning the A380 South Devon Highway. No time to stop and wave at traffic or other silliness a bunch of grown ups on an evening run would do, the route took us on a long stretch through Kerswell Down Plantation. Good pleasant trail running in dry conditions, plenty of fallen tree trunks to climb over, or crawl under. The trail opened up into a field. Judgmemental; missed the first of 3 arrows and had to be called back by MIss Inn. Clearly he was after the BBQ!
Running to the edge of North Whilborough and down Whilborough Lane, the route came to a cross roads, This delayed the front runners (ha ha!), Bearing left, and following the road down and cross the A380 again, meaning that the BBQ was getting closer. Better still, the route went over the railway line again. Another short hash. I could almost smell the burgers. But oh look - this is better?
A sweetie stop in Cheerio Beerio's sun trap garden. Should we have climbed through the recently planted (?) hedge to reach the sweeties? Who cares! The juice was guzzled, and the sweets were prodded and poked, not wanting to spoil appetites. Cheerio mentioned her neighbour - the one and only Man Pig, his palace high on the hill! Rebellious thoughts of climbing the security fence and splashing in his pool have been noted for a future occasion....
On on again, but which way? No arrows out of Cheerio's Place. A lucky guess, we went up the hill for hash run part 2 - The Urban Escape! A gradual climb up to the Primary School, was worth the views looking left out towards the moors. Down again, and over Newton Road, and letting out noses lead us back to the Park Inn. Hurrah!
With pints in hands and outdoor lounge seating to comfort weary legs (don't forget poor Pisswell had already done a 'marathon'), our host served a BBQ for all to enjoy - a £5 bargain. Thank you
Down Down's
Shitfaced was nominated for picking an argument with our host about the readiness of the burgers and the absence of the chips. Clearly ruffled, the host remained calm and chips were presented. Only afterwards did I learn that our host, Park n Ride,was Shit Face's father!
Pocket Rocket was nominated for nearly completing the Long! But not quite!
Hornie was nominated (2nd Down down of the evening) for becoming a blood sister with Pisswell. Don't ask for too much detail!
Returnee gentleman hasher Oli was welcomed back with a Down Down
Judgmental 
No comments:
Post a Comment