On top of Bench Tor !

SHE WHO DARES WINS & THE JUNGLE BUSTER STAR IN THE 1812 OVERTURE

Run #1812 from Venford Reservoir, OD Forest Inn at Hexworthy with Pisswell

Appropriately, Run #1812 lived up to its classic billing with an exciting and eventful trail set by 'She Who Dares' hare Pisswell. We had a SS drama; lost and wailing hashers; the long cutting FRBs; a budding Jungle Buster; a Rubbers For Rent naming and the hasher who could see in the dark...

Well, I nearly decided not to make the journey out to Venford Resrvoir on Monday evening. I pored over the map and though I had made that trip several times before, it now seemed an awful long way to go. But then Winfield informed me that it would be Flasher and Runner Bean's last hash before decanting north to Uni, so being of a timid nature, I set off at about 5:30pm to ensure I could find the location way out in the boondocks.

An hour later, I was still unsure if I was on the right route until suddenly a becaped GaGa4It appeared by the side of the road - I had Shirley arrived.

As the chariots dribbled into the compact car park, the moor mist and drizzle descended and the high seventies Sunday temperatures faded from memory as it turned a tad chilly.

Teapot declared a total of thirty seven at the circle although forty could be plainly seen, causing Teapot to rethink the attendance. Archangel was the last to make the circle though Paraprick and Coldtits arrived after the 'off'. Noticed Ernie from Tamar H and Only Here for the Beer back after MIA for a few weeks. Most unusually, there was no Beefy and we kept looking at the entrance thinking he would arrive late.

Another cam failure, so from memory alone: Pisswell, Teapot, Winfield, 3Sum, SatNav, T Humper, I-Poo'd, Getting Wet, Never Wet, GM, Archangel, Zoot, Hotlips, Rambo, Doris, Runner Bean, Flasher, Artful Dogger, Triple Jump, Gaga4It, Libby, Footloose, Jackie, Wet Johnny, Manapause, Erection, Bobby, Wigwam, Manpig, Ernie, Dan, Holly, Only Here, SM Ellie, Piltdown, Fishbait, Small Fry, Coldtits, Paraprick, BB,

The FRBs had to be called back on trail after less than a hundred yards by the hare and up through the bracken we trekked.
There was a marked difference of opinion when Flasher & Co. ploughed on towards the summit whilst Manpig veered off in the opposite direction back down the hill at a tangent.
The initial reaction to Flasher & Co's deviation was that they were short-cutting but it was in fact the opposite - the half mile detour left them way adrift of the action and it was remarkable that they were able to get ahead once more without passing Manpig's Marauders.

Confusion HHH reigned for several minutes as hashers appeared from all directions to swell our ranks. There was Ernie (who drove the fastest...), Dan & Holly plus Ned with Archangel, Wigwam, SM Ellie and Erection: 'Have you seen Manapause?' We eventually found ourselves back at the car park and attempting catch-up with the shorts who had stolen quite a march on us. Teapot could be heard belligerently blowing his horn further down the valley but there were reports of him going astray later on - a hasher like him, who would have thought it?

Gloomy it got as we surged past the shorts and the call was sounded: 'Flame on!' and the lumens were engaged down the line. Again and again, the shorts and walkers were encountered and encouraging banter was exchanged. Yes, cunning indeed the hare proved to be in keeping the pack together.

Hard to believe that a hasher could get round the tortuous and rough trail with no head torch but Artful Dogger did just that and was still much quicker than yours truly - oh well, that's showbiz for you.

It's not always about the derring-do of the FRBs and stalwart longs and mention must be made of young (10 years) Finlay aka Small Fry - which seemed a good idea at his naming not too long ago.*
Reportedly: 'He performed heroics, far outstripping his years following Wigwam where even his dog Mollie was reticent to go. Down the side of the valley with no trail at all to guide; through bracken, over fallen moss covered trees and over veritable leaps in the dark. A real Jungle Buster he was. It may not be an inappropriate renaming in fact'.

The SS in the back of Pisswell's cheery chariot loom-ed at the reservoir bridge and Pisswell arrived to dispense the sugar. Vainly did Runner Bean attempt to relieve himself of the bowl of goodies but as the Lonnie Donegan ditty goes: He was L-U-M-B-E-R-E-D....sigh

A minor inconvenience on leaving the SS was a miniature gum getting stuck in my throat. Feeling death approaching, I slowed and asked for assistance. Wet Johnny gave a vigorous slap on the back and the gum was propelled out onto the road. Lucky for me but perhaps unlucky for the hash...

The culmination of the trail après SS was the de rigueur lap of the lake by shorts and longs - both completing their respective tour in opposite directions. Sergeant Wilson: 'But do you think that's wise, Captain Mainwaring?' But of course it was - two madding groups recklessly rushing towards each other with, as Hotlips mentioned as he approached in the opposite direction - headlamps blinding the others. HA!

From the reservoir to the Forest Inn was a journey deep, deep into the uncharted wilds of the moor. Entering the bar and Coldtits had it down to a tee - last onto the trail and first to the bar, that's how it's done. Dave and Shirley (yes, Shirley she was called Shirley) were fine hosts and the Forest Inn was snug and cosy providing TVH with a perfect platform for the DDs. The Leg End at £3:60 sealed the deal.

Forrest RA'd at the Forest and a great time was had by all. BRAVO Pisswell and all the 1812 players!

* Run #1791 22nd April from Newton's Free House

WINFIELD'S WISDOM & AWARDS

A great turnout up on the high Moor, with the first test for the Short! How to get across Venford Brook with dry shoes! some tried stepping stones only top slip in! others hung on branches, some climbed trees but no matter which everyone had wet feet!

On we trekked and climbed our way following some sparse marks through the Nature Reserve and White Wood in the fast gathering darkness.Thank goodness we all had torches Finally a steep climb led us to Bench Tor.

Next a downhill run through ancient Homesteads to Pisswell's Sweet stop, followed by a final loop around the Reservoir Shorts on the left Longs passing on the right!

There was some confusion on trail but most did make it eventually!! to The Forest Inn, for food and good beers, except for some, one those being Teapot who normally never strays very far from that car!

We may see him by next week!

Well done Pisswell a great trail and venue!

1812 Trail Awards were presented to...
Flasher and Runner Bean receive their well deserved DDs before heading north to Uni...see you soon!
Wet Johnny chastised by Forrest for saving a choking Bluebird!
Coldtitz a DD for NOT getting lost this time!
Jackie now named Rubbers for Rent after the brook crossing.
Pisswell Our thanks for a great lone trail, still juggling with hat beer and dog!
Forrest Stump who nominated himself Hash Hero again?


POSTSCRIPT
Leaving the pub, I turned left out of the entrance and after the security light went out, was plunged into darkness and I got disorientated. I searched in vain for my chariot but everything looked strange. I must have plunged into the Twilight Zone. Several minutes later, I realised that I had gone out the front entrance whereas I had entered from the back! Feeling rather foolish I turned right around the building and there was my chariot. I don't think I will be allowed out on my own much longer...

On-On to next week The Wellington Inn Ipplepen (TQ12 5RH) Hare Wet Johnny and cronies.

#1812 on Mon 16th Sept:

Circle 7:15 at Venford Reservoir (TQ13 7SS) OD Forest Inn Hexworthy Hare Pisswell.

Nearest postcode will not be the exact spot at Venford Res. go over Dam bridge to this Car Park

REMEMBER TO BRING A TORCH!!

1811th Trail from The Park Inn

T.Humpers Birthday...

QUITE SIMPLY A BIRTHDAY HASH FROM THE HOME OF HASHING

Run #1811 Monday 9th September from the Park Inn, Kingskerswell with T Humper (A 9919 dateline as recalled by the Artful Dogger)

The perennial hash riddle drifted through my mind as I tried hard to keep Runner Bean in sight in the last two miles of the run: What is mightier oh hash brethren, the trail or the On Down? The ditherers would say both are equal but on this particular night my vote was Shirley for the inspired trail set in such demanding circumstances - and I think a few of us out there thought the same, Oh Dearly Melon Picker Excepted...

'I was misinformed, I thought the trail would have been about half a mile!' quoth Manpig post hash and yes, it was quite a surprise that T Humper and Shitfaced managed to lay any trail of substance following the weekend 40th Birthday celebrations.

Adding to the difficulties, the rain had arrived, and a daunting task lay [sic] ahead for the hares but what a triumph the trail proved to be, so back to the beginning to fill in the details oh Dearly Devoted...

Circle roll: GM Shitfaced, T Humper, Never Wet, Getting Wet, I-Poo'd, Flasher, Runner Bean, Plonker, Artful Dogger, Beefy, Winfield, Teapot, Piltdown, Georgy, Manpig, Wet Johnny, Manopause, Erection, Doris, Rambo, 3Sum, SatNav, Wigwam, GaGa 4it, Triple Jump, Footloose, Nikki and virgin Mark, Coldtits, Fallen Woman, Able, Pisswell, 69, Soapy, Melon Picker, Libby, Compo, U Bend, Archangel, SM Ellie, Dan, Holly, Zoot, Hotlips, Paraprick (gave a lift to some sorely pressed shorts so unsure whether he partook of any of the run), Woof Woof, BB.

A goodly turnout of some forty seven party goers with Bobby 'dead leg' Woll managing to drive his Panzer over for the beer (Bobby, as the Panzer isn't converted to drive on beer - No? Well...) and finally return the Vampire Bat Hat.

Grandly did the Grand Master introduce the evening's fare with the grandiloquent* statement: 'Welcome to the Park Inn - the home of hashing!' and the sages wisely nodded and muttered approval.

The usual shenanigans at the circle saw GaGa 4it present and duly assist the GM back into his weekend jester costume as the FRBs got twitchy, adjusting head torches and footwear for the upcoming Fray Bentos.

Three trails accommodating walkers, shorts and longs and we were directed left from the car park to start the adventure.

The usual suspects (Beefy, Flasher, Plonker, Artful Dogger, Runner Bean) were, as usual, on a mission and led us up to the quarries turn off. We were already strung out From Here to Eternity and the first climb did further damage. Fortunately for the languishing longs, the FRBs contrived to miss the hard a starboard turn from Milber lane into Castle Plantation and careered into a housing estate before backtracking to find the trail true.

The beneficiaries of the blunder were encountered as we hit the playing fields and time for a bit of chitchat as the pecking order was re-established. Manpig was suffering from the weekend activities and was firing on one cylinder but still gave it his best shot in vain pursuit alongside Woof Woof.

Just after the playing fields and there was confusion over a L/S split - the result being that a band of hashers comprising Winfield, Fallen Woman, U Bend and Melon Picker and also Coldtits (I think) inadvertently strayed onto the 10K long trail. However, all had more than enough ability to cope with the imposition. Coldtits covered seven miles plus and recorded her second longest run - richly deserving a DD nomination.

Wasn't that a pretty little Christmas light festooned cottage? No time to admire the scenery though as the FRBs were tauntingly calling up ahead and with red visors down, Artful Dogger, Manpig, Woof Woof, Dan and Holly kept on trucking, down, way way blessed down the rough path. Coming back on ourselves, a trail of Hey ho, off to work we go lights could be seen and jolly messages of encouragement could be shouted across the divide. A cry of lament from the festooned cottage drifted downwards: 'Bluebird, are we still on the short? (!)' No Dad, I don't think so!

Through a gloomy gorge we struggled, valley of the shade of death' - interspersed with knee tickling stinging nettles and mightily invigorating they were though Runner Bean was not quite so enthusiastic.

If it hadn't been for Runner Bean faithfully calling up ahead, I would have gone astray on more than one occasion and would even have missed the entry (and exit!). to the famous cabbage field.

Back at the 'Home of Hashing' and Park 'n' Ride had thoughtfully put out some towels for us to dry ourselves off - what a nice touch and I believe a TVH first, bravo!

Artful Dogger enquired if we had noticed the doggers in the lay by close to the OH. A gleeful guffaw at his Strava comment which I may not be at liberty to re-post.

Towels none for our feted RA Manpig, who set off for a quick wash and brush up at his nearby chateau before returning to do the bizzo.

The Ferryman was my ale of choice but I nearly OD'd on the giant grab bags of Quavers - Park 'n' Ride becoming suspicious after my third bag.

Thanks are due to the hares T Humper and Grand Master, I-Poo'd (varied alcoholic laced fudges - praised by all) and our thoughtful host Park 'n' Ride. A Birthday Hash sans pareil. Olé!

*I cannot recall ever using grand, grandly and grandiloquent together before.

Over to you Winfield:

WINFIELD'S WISDOM & AWARDS

Where after a dry start there was rain later, with the Hares 3+ miles Short turning into a nearly 6+ run after U-Bend, Mellon Picker, Fallen Woman, and I managed to transfer to the Long trail just after those playing fields!

We joked about the Longs having to run uphill from Haccombe only to find ourselves climbing the same route later! Woods tracks rocks cabbage fields, we had it all with Fallen Woman now wishing we had a taxi just as Paraprick's car pulled up saving us those last few miles.

Back at the Park the party was now in full swing with plenty of good food, alcoholic sweets and excellent cake plus a few shots after, we had soon forgotten that unexpected Long experience!

Well done T.Humper for a great trail! all of those special drinks and very tasty cake!

Awards on T.Humper's extravaganza evening were presented to....

T.Humper a shot Birthday song and DD.

Paraprick thanks for giving a lift to needy Hashers

Nickie for no response to a toot toot! but Mark soon drank up instead!

Zoot a Birthday DD not but sure for what or when?

Dolly and King! a DD for that karaoke performance!

ON ON to next week and please note the revised Circle location at Venford Reservoir (TQ13 7SS) OD Forest Inn Hexworthy ( Pisswell)

Hash 1810 remembered...

That Mud ! There should have been another Hare? Hornie hits 500Runs

HORNIE HITS 500, FIVE DEER A DASHING & AN OAP NEARLY MUGGED OUTSIDE THE PUB

Run #1810 Monday 2nd September from the Cridford Inn with Forrest

I contrived to get to the circle at the death and have assembled those present courtesy of Beefy's vid scan:

GM Shitfaced, Winfield, Teapot, Wetfart, Soapy & Melon Picker, Piltdown & Georgy, Pork Torpedo & Hornie, Pan Fart & Bush Baby (welcome back), U Bend, Archangel, Poacher (right pub tonight), Forrest, Bobby mit Panzer & Wigwam, Flasher, Runner Bean, Plonker, Ollie, SatNav, 3Sum, Klingon, Beefy, Popeye (long time absent), Manpig, SM Ellie, Dan, Holly, Paraprick, Rambo & Doris, Gaga4it, Triple Jump, 69, Twin Buffers, Compo (or did my eyes deceive me?), Jackie, Nikki, BB, Deep Semen and a late arriving Fukarwi - 44 hashers all told.

The body grows weary and I was still sorely hobbling, hobbit wise. Arriving earlier than expected at 6:30pm, I found the Cridford's car park almost empty and for a moment thought I might have done a Poacher, oh Dearly Whatamistakatomaka..

I therefore set off on a little walk to try and ease my aching legs. Half an hour later (7 pm) I found myself in a field high above Trusham and unsure how to get back. A warning from a farm hand who, like everyone in these parts knew 'Colin' (Forrest you fools) informed me that the calving had taken place and to 'run like f***' if they came after you! Oh deary me, not a good start.
After ducking and diving under wire and over fencing and assisting U Bend to change places with Archangel's chariot outside in the road, I made the circle just as Forrest was being summoned and mightily warmed up I was now for the forthcoming Fray Bentos.

'Will we need head torches?' came a plaintive cry from the serried ranks to which the wizened and wise hare retorted bluntly: 'Yes!' Let's think about it post trail, a Forrest trail deep in darkest [sic] Trusham and a sunset time of about 8 pm... The flying FRBs, mob-handed tonight, decided to risk it and go as a biscuit**...

And off we jolly well went Winfield and like a cork out of a bottle, Poacher and Cider legged it down to the village and must have known something as he hardly paused at the first check before careering straight on. The FRBs would only sight him later - much later..

Flasher and Co. were in their element on the country and soon had a clear advantage over the rest of the longs. The wily hare tempted and teased with checks next to the river but eventually we climbed past the Manor pub and onto a welcome (for me anyway) stretch of road before the pièce de résistance of the trail - the great ascent to Pigeon Copse.

By now, the checks had done their job of slowing the advance guard down to enable the longs - and roving reporter Beefy from far back as is his wont - to come together. Soon to be named Ollie called us onto the climb and, oh boy, what a crackerjack it was. Turning a corner and there it unfolded to our jaw-dropping eyes - a veritable majestic, Guns of Navarone, concrete-clad climb to the copse.

Halfway up, I turned to see the ant-sized longs below. There was Beefy, Manpig, Dan and Holly - she can run a bit that hasherette*. An FRB tried to encourage Manpig, shouting: 'You're slacking!' and the conqueror of Sunday's Red Rock Mud Run duly responded. However, the hare hadn't finished with us yet and a cry from Flasher informed us of another test: 'There's a ruddy great puddle!' and a stretch of shoe-devouring mud called us to its clammy embrace.

Onto the tarmac and there was Forrest with the good news - 'Only two miles to go unless you want to cut short...' The gladiators sniffed disdainfully and legged it down the lane. Popeye (welcome back son) had appeared from nowhere and was duking it out with Dan, Holly and Manpig.

After about four miles of unbridled fun, the trail went cold on us. We searched in vain but after a few minutes and in the fast fading light, we backtracked and found salvation, hurdling the electrified wire breaks, fleeing for the Leg End and the bar.

Magical indeed was the sight of five deer a dashing across the meadow in the twilight in front of Manpig and me in the closing stages of another great trail by Forrest.

There was a nasty incident a hundred yards from the Cridford Inn when two figures appeared out of the darkness and tried to mug an unsuspecting OAP. Fortunately, he just made it to the safety of the crowded car park and the assailants were thwarted in their dastardly deed.***

Back at the Cridford and wild stories were circulating. SM Ellie had heard that the long was TEN miles and she was glad she hadn't done that; Winfield had somehow got caught up with the longs and had been carried away with them; U Bend had barely escaped with his life after being menaced by a herd of wild steers out in cowboy country and there was a vicious rumour circulating that 69 had cadged a lift with G-string somewhere out on the trail - Shirley a case of mistaken identity. Oh deary me, what a palaver.

Highlights of the awards out on the terrace (last throw of summer?) were Hornie's 500 run badge (love and kisses) and an inspired naming of young Ollie by Pork Torpedo. It was Ollie's first day at work and the Artful Dogger hash handle was a classic to live with him forever.

* A newly coined term for a harriet inspired by our Grand Master at the downdowns.

** There was a young man from Bengal who went to a fancy dress ball, He decided to risk it and went as a biscuit but a dog ate him up in the hall - No? Well please....

*** Your timing was spot on Fukarwi and Deep Semen - if I hadn't heard you chatting, you'd have had me!

WINFIELD'S WISDOM & AWARDS

Some memories on our Trail 1810 from The Cridford Inn Trusham with Hare Forrest Stump.

This was meant to be a Birthday Trail with both Hares, but in the end it was just Forrest who laid a testing trail, up across the scenic countryside, with hills, riverside, woodland and of course mud! which I remembered well as I washed off my trainers this morning. A great run where I even found myself back enjoying the Long! Excellent beers and spaghetti bolognaise awaited us at the pub. There was plenty of mud, but also great views before darkness descended Well done Forrest for another great trail!

The Awards were presented to the following offenders :-

Oliver now for ever to be known as Artful Dogger

U-Bend who was scared of the cows!

Hornie who at last received her 500Runs badge.

3Sum. for causing a draught with her new eyelashes!

Bobbiball who got wet to claim a free pint at the Mud Run

To Forrest and Poacher a joint Birthday DD, but not for helping Forrest.

On-On to next week at The Park Inn Kingskerswell (TQ12 5BQ) A Birthday Hash for T.Humper.

Remember to bring torches!

MEMORIES of #1809 at STAVERTON

 

ABOVE AND WELL BEYOND THE CALL OF DUTY

Run #1809 Monday 26th August from Staverton railway station with Beefy

Bank holidays can throw the proverbial spanner in the works with attendance (the record all-time low of three: One hasher and two hares!) but, nevertheless, a solid number made the snug railway car park on Monday for Beefy's eagerly anticipated trail and swim with supporting ales in the station OD.

Good to see Ollie (senior hasher) and Paraprick at the circle with Triple Jump, Holly and Dan introducing more newbies into the fold. Forrest had discovered an early Dickhead Hat - now rather hash politically incorrect - eliciting gasps of dismay (or envy?) from some harriets. Apparently it had been found discarded and forgotten in Wood Lend's room - missing for quite a few years!

No Teapot (holiday) or Piltdown so the roll here becomes official: GM Shitfaced, Beefy, Forrest, Fallen Woman, Runner Bean, Plonker, Flasher, Manpig, Fukarwi, Prickly Bush, BroadS, Winfield, Rambo, Doris, Triple Jump, Ga Ga 4It, SatNav, 3Sum,T Humper, I-Poo'd, Slip on Me, Getting Wet, Never Wet, Just Cummin', Holly, Dan, the nam-ed Ollie of old, U Bend, Wigwam, Paraprick, BB and three virgins: Samantha, little Ollie and Ellie. (34)

Runner Bean knew the GM's railwayana question and Manpig elucidated an upcoming 'running' event - the mud race across the Teign from Combe Cellars (Sunday September 1st). If slow motion walking - you can't run it - in knee deep Teign mud is your delight, don't miss it! I still have vivid memories of doing it thirty or so years ago. Only 800 metres but a great leveller - running ability goes out the window!

The waterproof housing on my new cam was effective but I found out later that holding it in your hand not only doesn't work but also nearly caused my demise at the swim. More on that later...

Beefy gave out the details of his trail which included no less than five L/S splits, a walkers' route and what was to be an ill-fated SS. What we didn't know at the time was that Beefy had encountered severe problems laying the trail earlier in the day. Marks had been interfered with and Beefy had covered a remarkable fifteen miles (over four hours) double trail laying and trying to reinstate marks.

Oblivious to the hare's travails, we legged it over the level crossing and up to North Wood. The speed machines that are Flasher, Plonker and Runner Bean were already merrily clear and with the red mist visors down would have missed a road chalked fish hook but for Beefy calling them back, HA! Unfortunately, my triumph was short-lived as the number 8 was incorporated which included the other usual front running suspects and back we trekked, heads held low like naughty children.

Released once more, Flasher and Co. soon restored normal service and climbed effortlessly up the first trail ascent. I was just making a note that U Bend was going well up the gradient when he came to a juddering halt - but never mind, God loves a trier. Around a bend and there were the lads once more, looking somewhat bemused. The reason for the hiatus became clear when I saw the latest creation of the hare - a HA HA and arrow indicating that we return onto the short trail before finding the long. Oh well, at least it's back downhill now..

Up ahead we saw the back markers of the shorts and walkers as we veered right and up another incline. The marks were still clear and being diligently kicked out but I still managed to misinterpret the direction and found myself alone with a series of crosses barring the way. Eventually I was reunited with BroadS, Manpig and Fukarwi and our combined field craft got us back on trail. We encountered Flasher ahead but as we started to follow he shouted out that we had missed a loop of the trail and had to complete. In the pre-Strava days, I might have ignored the extra yardage but the all-seeing GPS now precluded such cavalier (sneaky) actions.

The old firm was finally together once more and most enjoyable the gentler pace was as we coursed from check to check. Manpig caught on that I was on a roll (everything I shouted was wrong) and ignored every call with loud sniggers coming from the gallery (Fukarwi and BroadS). Some way ahead, we caught glimpses of Senior Ollie and dogs which gave us some help when marks went missing. Round and round, but ever closing with the river, we went until cries of jollity could be heard nearby. Out of the darkening woods we emerged to find the party dip in full swing [sic].

Wading into the inky black pool, I had a yen for a swing and started across only to find that it got very deep halfway across. I started to doggy paddle (holding cam in one hand so couldn't swim) but unexpectedly an adverse current halted my slow progress. Suddenly I got into difficulties and for a brief moment thought I was going under but just managed to get back into shallower water. Just as well, as if I had disappeared, hashers might have thought I was fooling about (Shirley not) and might not have come to the aid of my party [sic]. I must sadly admit that, just as my namesake, water is a dangerous thing for me...

A short run back home and the beer beckoned Beefy..

At £3 a pint there were still a few beers to sample and the good 'ol' boys plumped for the Deverill's Advocate 4.5 abv. A TVH grub table was set up in the entrance outside, the offerings most generously provided by most present. I hadn't brought anything and felt guilty taking a plate of the GM's tasty pasta; huge thank you to everyone that did take the trouble of bringing something along to share.

WINFIELD'S WISDOM & AWARDS

A great trail laid through the woodlands and beside the very scenic river Dart, although someone messed up the trail to the Sweet Stop! there was still much to enjoy at the river crossing and later back at the Station with plenty of beer to choose from and a wide excellent food selection donated by the Pack

The Awards from Run 1809 were presented to the following offenders ....

Forrest to Just Coming for stealing? his phone!

Just Coming to Forrest Stump for losing! his phone.

Shit Faced for peeing up stream of us in the river!.

Forrest for (running in a football boot) was presented with a found shoe!

Our Virgin Hasher is named on her first run Footloose for wearing flip flops!

Beefy a free drink after the excellent evening well done!

After the run, Beefy explained why we hadn't got to the SS. The marks leading to it had been sabotaged (again), leaving Beefy waiting forlornly for hashers to arrive. After all his considerable efforts, he was understandingly upset but it hadn't spoiled the enjoyment of all hashers on the evening. Our hares do sterling service for us every week, but I think you will agree that Beefy's efforts were above and well beyond the call of duty. Thank you, Beefy, good job.

On-On to next week at The Cridford Inn Trusham ( TQ13 0NR) Birthday Hash (Forrest & Poacher)

MEMORIES FROM TRAIL 1808 at BRIXHAM

The view towards Berry Head and looking towards Man Sands with Twin Buffers and her injured finger