Rock around the Rugg tonight

Hash no: 2133

Who woz there?

Manpig, Georgie Porgy, Piltdown Man and grand daughter Monica, Strap on, Strap dancer, Beeflicker, Beefy, Pisswell (hare), Forrest, Slip on me, Archangel (For a short while. Hope you’re ok? I think the bog took him), all three Penners, Wet Johnny, Erection, Manopause, Coldtits and SMEllie (late-delayed by the train), Bobbiball (did his own thing at Bonehill rocks), Ernie and Roger the Dodger.

The circle

Piltdown GM’d as Pocket Rocket was absent. No one was reminded about the words or the chips/ baguettes, or dates needing a hare, or the time!

The hare was intent on breaking all the rules ( as there are none in hashing) so she had not laid a “real” trail. The only trail was to get everyone through the bogs without mishap, but once past the Rugglestone rock and on the moor, there would be arrows only, pointing to the flag on your next tor and change of direction. If you didn’t cross a road and remained on the slope overlooking Widecombe, you might sink in a bog but you wouldn’t get lost! So visual clues were of great important and the hare would blow Rambo’s whistle at the beer and rock stop. ( mainly to show the way down to Venton mire)

The trail to the tune of “Rock Around The clock” 1960

One, Two, Three O’clock, hare lays first mark.

Four, five, Six, O’clock, Seven fifteen start,

Eight, Nine, Ten, we stop,

Hashers we rock

We're gonna hash around the rocks tonight

Turn your Strava off, we ain’t doing miles.

We’re counting in tors, and large rock piles!

We’re going hash above the Rugg tonight

You’re gonna visit rocks that are all in sight

You’re gonna hash, going hash, without the rules tonight.

Rugglestone Rock is the first one found

Shiggys good as on on we bound

Find the right flag to find your route

Follow the arrows and have a hoot

You’re gonna find, gonna find your own sweet way tonight!

From now on you can’t see no flour.

You need to follow detective powers!

To Bovey rock, you all can go

Some will go high, and some will go low

You’re gonna split, gonna split

As the trail is laid in tors!

One more for walkers to Hollow tor

But oth-ers have to hash much moor!

Up to the Top tors, it’s a bitter Pil

Longs to Wittaburrow, shorts to Tunhills

Rocking long, rocking short?

The Arrows will show the way

Drinking the beer at Venton mire

Look for the hare as the bog is dire

Follow the marks, don’t want you in a muddle

We want you all back for a beer in the Ruggle

Eating rock, bagging tors around the Rugg tonight.

Out takes:

Manpig and Piltdown man joint contenders for the shiggy award of the year!

Man down: Archangel, limped bleeding back to the pub. (sorry)

Beeflicker: only person to complete all 10 tors, well done!

Only person lost-Beefy, whose long distance eyesight picked out Buckland Beacon several miles away!

Down downs:

Forrest kindly RA’d.

1. SMEllie gave her award to the most follically challenged, which happened to be Erection, who looked fetching in his new blue wig!

2. Georgie was nominated for drinking beer at the beer stop, which she thought was blackcurrant. Forrest then suggested Piltdown take the down down as she wouldn’t want it but we wanted to finish in June. So, instead…it moved on to ….

3. SMEllie and Coldtits were both late and did their own thing but SMEllie had the helicopter hat from Forrest for impersonating a flag pole in her bright colours!

4. Pisswell gave her jesters hat to Manopause for being an FRB with Erection as they left the longs behind and went the correct way.

5. Lastly the hare was awarded a down down to the tune of the grand old Duke of York, for breaking all the rules and not really laying a trail!

Where are we next week?

So next week will see us at the Royal Oak, Exminster with Beeflicker as hare.

On on to next week.