Run #1822 Monday 25th November from the Dartmouth Inn with Wet Johnny
Forlornly did the (very) few seek the ramblings last week of Him who shall not be nam-ed. Indeed, the Rottenführer* himself scoured the lists of MIA musing that the Bat had been downed.. but it is just how you feared, Oh Dearly Hoped I Really had Gone, I am still here (for the beer) and at great cost to my insanity [Shirley sic] shall attempt to tell the story of Wet Johnny's ultimately triumphant trail.
Are you sitting comfortably? Then I shall begin the hash beguine..
A splendid turnout which Teapot called at 46 (more realistically Winfield's total of 49) but lackaday, I can only recall these brave souls: GM Shitfaced, Winfield, Teapot, Wet Johnny, Erection, Manopause, Beefy, Slip on Me, Only Here, Debbie, Georgia, Adam, Robert, Chris, Soapy, Melon Picker, U Bend, Piddler, Bobby Woll, Wigwam, Rambo, Doris, Polyfella, Pan Fart, Bush Baby, Fishbait, Small Fry, Big End, Well Hopped, Hotlips, Zoot, Manpig, T Humper, I-Poo'd, Just Cummin', GaGa4it, Archangel, BB, Piltdown, Georgy, SM Ellie, BroadS, SatNav, Wetfart, Coldtits, (45)
The usual mild pandemonium and childish chaos were prevalent at the circle and I was shushed by Piddler who was in turn counter shushed by the belligerent Bat for continuing to ramble... sigh
Fleeting snippets of info drifted back to the good old boys and 3 long/short splits and 'I've still got to lay the last bit of the long' were discerned before the motley cavalcade was dispersed onto the historic Plains of Totnes.
Warrior Wiggsy led us over the bridge and to the first L/S split: Longs en routey for Longmarsh nature reserve along the banks of the Dart with the shorts veering off to avoid the scenic and muddy joys.
First to pass was a serene Beefy who drifted past never to be sighted again - never fear, I may be back soon Beefy. How soon? After the mon-soon. No? Well...
Polyfella was next with his characteristic loping gait, but a combination of inappropriate shoes (know the feeling) and his exertions in Sunday's Bicton Blister 10 miler reduced the revs on this dour stayer.
Shortly thereafter and the Bat sensed the presence of Big End, Well Hopped and of course that athletic hound Ned. I thought I would regale them with a tall story from my prehistoric past - not realising that Polyfella - he of the Horsey horseface hat - had overheard... sigh.
Completing the scenic and luvverly flat loop, the longs arriv-ed back from whence they had Shirley come and the sorely afflicted One looked for the exit. Oh Disaster, thy name is Shirley My Watch Failed to Start and the screech of rage echoed down the Dart.
I turned to see the lads approaching and what the heck, I decided to have one last burst on my fiercely burning banjo. A quick natter with Manpig and Manopause and we shouted back to Erection to get a wiggle on.
It was such a shame that I could not continue as the tarmac was so inviting but discretion was Shirley the best option and I waved a tearful goodbye to the lads with a last instruction to see if anything noteworthy occurred as I was the proud holder (and wearer) of the Hashit Pillock shirt (remarkably still with Grizzly number attached). I limped back with black smoke pouring from the engine to the sanctuary of the pub and some say the real reason for hashing...
First back to the pub - another dubious footnote to my HCV** and an empty bar, luxury indeedy and the bonus was the opportunity to down a pint of Proper Job before it ran out. The now almost de rigueur £4.10 a pint price tag applied though we all know where it is still far cheaper, don't we hashers***? But never mind, the Dartmouth Inn remains hash friendly and the hash menu was a good 'un.
Not too long to wait as the shorts and walking crew percolated in and a chance to chat with the newbies, Robert, Georgia and Adam, brought along, I think, by Only Here and Debbie (her second time). That young man Robert, who some might have questioned his ability to get round had done just that - completing the two mile challenge for the walkers. And that is quite an effort for some hashers - an achievement not to be belittled Shirley.
Just Cummin' was back (welcome!) and assured that the highly improper old Dickhead Hat was safe and would shortly be returning and Slip on Me confirmed she was getting better. Such was the madding circle throng, I had failed to spot BroadS and thought he had come along just for the beer but who had in fact completed the long.
Desperately seeking candidates for the shirt, I had to rely on dubious hearsay but the 'story' of Melon Picker going down like a 'sack of spuds' was compelling (thanks Piddler & U Bend) and I had to go for it.
Winfield's birthday - actually on the Monday - was quite a well kept secret and RA Manpig and Teapot had to be informed to take the celebratory action. Happy birthday Dad!
*Bobby Woll of course.
**HCV: Hashing curriculum vitae!
***This is an unpaid advertisement for the Park Inn at Kingskerswell.
POSTSCRIPT
Wet Johnny did EVER so well, didn't he just! A solo hare (5 stars anyway) but had been sorely hampered with that most heinous of crimes - SABOTAGE. It really is so disheartening to discover that your trail marks have been obliterated but on the positive side, WJ fortunately had the opportunity to re-lay. He 'live' laid the last section to make sure that it would be there and all got safely round. A Magnificent Seven mile long, a three plus mile short AND a two mile walkers' trail - what an effort, thank you Wet Johnny.
WINFIELD'S Memories from # 1822 Mon 25th Nov.!
At The Dartmouth Inn Totnes where a pack of 46 plus 3 virgins assembled with Hare: Wet Johnny, who had laid a differing trail this week.(not so much mud!). Sweets were quickly devoured by the pack before heading off over the river Dart "On right" down stream for a 3+ ml short, into the new Bridgetown estate. Here on new territory, following a well marked trail up and up, on paths, steps, grassy banks avoiding a little mud! in the new development, before winding back down to the river, with a final burst of pace from one bridge to the other and On Home!
Awards from the evening were presented by a Movember bearing Manpig to....
FISHBAIT for finally reaching her 50Runs badge, and not going to waste a drop!
BLUEBIRD an ill person! who reminded us he was once Devon Junior Cross Country Champion in 1969!!
MELON PICKER who was seen to fall over on trail by some ?? but cannot remember doing this ?
WINFIELD another Birthday DD song on reaching... (who wrote 82 on my pad!!)
WET JOHNNY finally, alighted the stairs in style, to receive his reward for a great trail and evening. Well done!
On-On to next week at the Middle CP Trendlebere Down, on the Manaton Road from Bovey.(nearest post code TQ13 9LJ) OD The Bell Bovey nearest CP (TQ13 9HE) Hare:- Beefy
Forlornly did the (very) few seek the ramblings last week of Him who shall not be nam-ed. Indeed, the Rottenführer* himself scoured the lists of MIA musing that the Bat had been downed.. but it is just how you feared, Oh Dearly Hoped I Really had Gone, I am still here (for the beer) and at great cost to my insanity [Shirley sic] shall attempt to tell the story of Wet Johnny's ultimately triumphant trail.
Are you sitting comfortably? Then I shall begin the hash beguine..
A splendid turnout which Teapot called at 46 (more realistically Winfield's total of 49) but lackaday, I can only recall these brave souls: GM Shitfaced, Winfield, Teapot, Wet Johnny, Erection, Manopause, Beefy, Slip on Me, Only Here, Debbie, Georgia, Adam, Robert, Chris, Soapy, Melon Picker, U Bend, Piddler, Bobby Woll, Wigwam, Rambo, Doris, Polyfella, Pan Fart, Bush Baby, Fishbait, Small Fry, Big End, Well Hopped, Hotlips, Zoot, Manpig, T Humper, I-Poo'd, Just Cummin', GaGa4it, Archangel, BB, Piltdown, Georgy, SM Ellie, BroadS, SatNav, Wetfart, Coldtits, (45)
The usual mild pandemonium and childish chaos were prevalent at the circle and I was shushed by Piddler who was in turn counter shushed by the belligerent Bat for continuing to ramble... sigh
Fleeting snippets of info drifted back to the good old boys and 3 long/short splits and 'I've still got to lay the last bit of the long' were discerned before the motley cavalcade was dispersed onto the historic Plains of Totnes.
Warrior Wiggsy led us over the bridge and to the first L/S split: Longs en routey for Longmarsh nature reserve along the banks of the Dart with the shorts veering off to avoid the scenic and muddy joys.
First to pass was a serene Beefy who drifted past never to be sighted again - never fear, I may be back soon Beefy. How soon? After the mon-soon. No? Well...
Polyfella was next with his characteristic loping gait, but a combination of inappropriate shoes (know the feeling) and his exertions in Sunday's Bicton Blister 10 miler reduced the revs on this dour stayer.
Shortly thereafter and the Bat sensed the presence of Big End, Well Hopped and of course that athletic hound Ned. I thought I would regale them with a tall story from my prehistoric past - not realising that Polyfella - he of the Horsey horseface hat - had overheard... sigh.
Completing the scenic and luvverly flat loop, the longs arriv-ed back from whence they had Shirley come and the sorely afflicted One looked for the exit. Oh Disaster, thy name is Shirley My Watch Failed to Start and the screech of rage echoed down the Dart.
I turned to see the lads approaching and what the heck, I decided to have one last burst on my fiercely burning banjo. A quick natter with Manpig and Manopause and we shouted back to Erection to get a wiggle on.
It was such a shame that I could not continue as the tarmac was so inviting but discretion was Shirley the best option and I waved a tearful goodbye to the lads with a last instruction to see if anything noteworthy occurred as I was the proud holder (and wearer) of the Hashit Pillock shirt (remarkably still with Grizzly number attached). I limped back with black smoke pouring from the engine to the sanctuary of the pub and some say the real reason for hashing...
First back to the pub - another dubious footnote to my HCV** and an empty bar, luxury indeedy and the bonus was the opportunity to down a pint of Proper Job before it ran out. The now almost de rigueur £4.10 a pint price tag applied though we all know where it is still far cheaper, don't we hashers***? But never mind, the Dartmouth Inn remains hash friendly and the hash menu was a good 'un.
Not too long to wait as the shorts and walking crew percolated in and a chance to chat with the newbies, Robert, Georgia and Adam, brought along, I think, by Only Here and Debbie (her second time). That young man Robert, who some might have questioned his ability to get round had done just that - completing the two mile challenge for the walkers. And that is quite an effort for some hashers - an achievement not to be belittled Shirley.
Just Cummin' was back (welcome!) and assured that the highly improper old Dickhead Hat was safe and would shortly be returning and Slip on Me confirmed she was getting better. Such was the madding circle throng, I had failed to spot BroadS and thought he had come along just for the beer but who had in fact completed the long.
Desperately seeking candidates for the shirt, I had to rely on dubious hearsay but the 'story' of Melon Picker going down like a 'sack of spuds' was compelling (thanks Piddler & U Bend) and I had to go for it.
Winfield's birthday - actually on the Monday - was quite a well kept secret and RA Manpig and Teapot had to be informed to take the celebratory action. Happy birthday Dad!
*Bobby Woll of course.
**HCV: Hashing curriculum vitae!
***This is an unpaid advertisement for the Park Inn at Kingskerswell.
POSTSCRIPT
Wet Johnny did EVER so well, didn't he just! A solo hare (5 stars anyway) but had been sorely hampered with that most heinous of crimes - SABOTAGE. It really is so disheartening to discover that your trail marks have been obliterated but on the positive side, WJ fortunately had the opportunity to re-lay. He 'live' laid the last section to make sure that it would be there and all got safely round. A Magnificent Seven mile long, a three plus mile short AND a two mile walkers' trail - what an effort, thank you Wet Johnny.
WINFIELD'S Memories from # 1822 Mon 25th Nov.!
At The Dartmouth Inn Totnes where a pack of 46 plus 3 virgins assembled with Hare: Wet Johnny, who had laid a differing trail this week.(not so much mud!). Sweets were quickly devoured by the pack before heading off over the river Dart "On right" down stream for a 3+ ml short, into the new Bridgetown estate. Here on new territory, following a well marked trail up and up, on paths, steps, grassy banks avoiding a little mud! in the new development, before winding back down to the river, with a final burst of pace from one bridge to the other and On Home!
Awards from the evening were presented by a Movember bearing Manpig to....
FISHBAIT for finally reaching her 50Runs badge, and not going to waste a drop!
BLUEBIRD an ill person! who reminded us he was once Devon Junior Cross Country Champion in 1969!!
MELON PICKER who was seen to fall over on trail by some ?? but cannot remember doing this ?
WINFIELD another Birthday DD song on reaching... (who wrote 82 on my pad!!)
WET JOHNNY finally, alighted the stairs in style, to receive his reward for a great trail and evening. Well done!
On-On to next week at the Middle CP Trendlebere Down, on the Manaton Road from Bovey.(nearest post code TQ13 9LJ) OD The Bell Bovey nearest CP (TQ13 9HE) Hare:- Beefy
