Run No 836
The Strathmore Arms, St Paul's Walden
Sunday, 16th September 2007
Hares: Private Parts & Count Roadkill
HASHERS: 20 RETURNEES: 2 MUTTS: 1
THE FLOURED HARES ..
UNDERLAY & RINGER, BACK ..
THE HASH IN FRONT OF STAGENHOE ..
NIK-NAK & PUSSIES, LATE ..
TREE MONKEYS ..
CHOOSE YOUR WORDS CAREFULLY: FOR RUN 836 WE HAVE A CHOICE OF WORDS FROM THE FLOURY FINGERS OF THE TWO HARES. FIRST OFF IT'S PRIVATE PARTS
It's a strange and curious thing that whenever we don't have an RA we get perfect hashing weather. Today we had no GM, no RA and the HM was on haring duties - but Screamer ...???... arrange the clear skies, sunshine - and some nice little choc-chip cakes afterwards.
The preliminary festivities complete, including the welcome returns of both Ringer and Underlay, the pack headed up the hill past the church and on up the road where Smiffo ...???... that signified the falsie. Instead Airscrew led the pack along the track that runs along the back of the pub towards the rare-breeds farm. A quick ladies check, and we carried on to ...???... farm. A few washed their feet in the sheep-dip to look for the falsie in the field - but they got the other side of the gate and just stood there - not unlike the cows really!
Past the farm we headed into Whitwell where we were joined by Pussies (who was driving down the road, and was clearly directionally challenged). Inevitably, Scooby was unable to resist a quick splash in the river. The general lethargy of the hash (i.e. a knitting circle with 2 or 3 FRBs) allowed Nik Nak to catch up with us as we ran/walked/ambled past the watercress ...???... turning back up the hill towards Stagenhoe, led by SomeFrog and Whiskydog. It was here that we stopped to admire the view, and the Count was defloured by his good Lady P
From there it was back through the woods (where certain hippies stopped to watch/smoke leaves rather than run to the back). Round the back of Stagenhoe and up the hill where ...???... ignored the back check (OK, so it wasn't a numbered check when they got to it) - but WollaBollox appreciated it anyway. Only a few yards later the on-inn was sighted at exactly ...???... soon we were all back at the pub.
The post run festivities were most enjoyable, what with the excellent selection of real ales at the pub (MLP even got one with a fresh apple on the side of the glass). The local monkeys ...???... (Munchkin, SAS, Scooby and Daniel) were swingin' in the trees. Lady P and Screamer had provided home-baked nibbles and the cloudless sky was puntuated only by the occasional plane as it veered to avoid Sasquatch. Beers to the hares for laying the run, (and for heightest remarks), Munchkin for increasing-ageism, Ringer and Underlay for returneeism and Dave (or is it John) named as Rapid Withdrawal.
On-On to Shefford.
AND NOW SAME HASH FROM A SLIGHTLY ELEVATED VIEW, THAT OF COUNT ROADKILL
What a super Hash. I'm not talking about the trail, the way it was laid, the pub, the scenery, the haring, the weather, the timing - all pretty good though I says so meself - nay, no ...???... the people. That's what hashing is all about. What a great crowd and we had a great time together. A smashing way to spend a beautiful day in a wonderful country. I'm sure Pongo would have agreed.
Away from hyperbole The Strathers is a good pub with an extensive range of beers, and the trail we laid (down to Whitwell and back via Stagenhoe) passed through some lovely countryside on one of the best Sundays of a poor summer. It was good to welcome back Underlay after an extended W-break and Ringer, absent for a while on Doc's advice, both away for far too long ...???... and Screamer did the WI bit by providing some very appetising home made grub apres excursion. A good way to start Sunday runs.
What was this near perfect hash missing? Those guys camping around at the steam fair in Shuttleworth for a start - Capt, Shaggy, Knobber you missed a good one. And it was far ...???... shiggy: but of course Scoobedobedo found a stream to wallow in. At the start we were missing Pussies - she was driving through Whitwell when she spotted and joined us - and ...???... ran her legs away to catch us half-way round. Down-downs for those two.
Secret RA Airscrew also punished my goodself for a tedius and repetitive array of heightist comments, and later for lost property after being de-floured, and he caught Screamer, ...???... and Scrummy Dumps avoiding a number check by pretending to look at leaves (have I got that right?) Munchkin had a drink for his birthday. Lady Pee and Screamer ended ...???... for reasons hard to discern but unconnected with catering.
And at last the hasher known for far too long as Dave was named. Heard, rather than seen, to be hashing with bum-bag full of cash he was assumed to have come straight from the local branch of Northern Rock with his life savings. Henceforth he shall be Rapid Withdrawal.
On on to Shefford
[...???... indicate gaps where the original words have been chopped off and cannot easily be inferred - Archive Ed]