It's a new one for us ...
... with all that historical history
In search of the A1 crossing
Shuffle's Arse, Cyclopath's Blood ...
... and Underlay's Night Nurse?
18th haring for the harey hare
Pack tries a spot of line dancing?
Check held for the sun?
Who ya tryin call, Crop Busters?
Better 50 Runs late than never?
The First Monday run of this Hash Year of the Speckled Hen was a historic run and one of Blood, Sweat and Beers.
A new pub for the hash was the Pembroke Arms in Biggleswade, which once boasted having 52 pubs trading at the same time, but was back in 1876 when Pongo was a boy. (First bit of history I forgot to mention). On a pleasantly warm evening, Clap Trap called the Circle to order and we welcomed one newbie, Gill with a G, who was encouraged along by Lush & Underlay, along with mutt Carla, who was determined to put Rudi in his place.
The On Out was called and after a little bit of wandering around the streets we headed out to the fields past the Biggleswade Mill (the next bit of forgotten to mention history), which is mentioned in the Doomsday book. Led by the invigorated Shuffle Cock, Knobber and Wanktlers we headed out towards the A1, where our first reported bit of history came with a held check at the site of Biggleswade Castle, correctly identified by a rather clever Edwina. Shuffle again ran off the wrong way pursued by the entire hash who didn't believe that I'd take them across the heavy traffic of the A1. Perhaps that would be the safer option as after some blatant crop busting by Camping Mug and Catch-it, we encountered blood care of Cyclopath, the shortest hasher on the run managing to bash her head on the tunnel ceiling. Ably attended by Florence Underlay, bleeding stopped, profanities ceased we continued on.
A little used footpath was taken across a recently planted field and an abundance of stinging nettles much to the amusement of those in shorts. The next history stop was at the site of an old moated Biggleswade Manor – there are quite a number of moats in the area. But this seemed of little interested to Edwina as he was more taken with prospect of some thigh massage with Major Jon!
Despite the sign, there was no Bull in the field, but plenty on the hash. With our delay for blood it was a slightly shortened run back across the field and under some different tunnels before back to the pub. Having specifically requested some ale, the Landlord got some in especially for us, only to have the Rugby club come along and steal it all. The hash then proceeded to drink him out of the remaining Eagle.
Secret RA (who requested some very nice weather) proceed to dispense justice (and beer) to the hash, suitably heckled by Shagpile. Down Downs for the Hare for a bloody good run, then alphabetically for Shuffles Arse, Cyclo's Blood, Mug and Catch-it's crop busting, Edwina's cut downs.
A very slightly belated 150 award to me too.
On On to 1422 where we will be led on a Pork Pie and Pimms peramble (a walk, a ramble; a short excursion with no particular route or aim - how apt) by Capt F.
Depth Charge