The Watermill, Kidderminster

# 248

Date: Thursday 4th April 2013

Pub: The Watermill, Kidderminster

Food: 2 for 1 off the menu

Beers: Hobgoblin, Breakspear Oxford Gold, Banks’s Mild & Bitter, Strongbow

Hare: Hot Lips (with a little help laying the trail from Father Christmas and Santa’s little helpers)

Visitors: none

Virgins: none

Trail: Plenty gathered for the first hash of spring; the weather’s not really spring-like yet, it’s still pretty chilly but at least it’s dry and torches have been put away for the “summer”. The Amateur managed to make me squeal on the car park before GM’ing for us whilst Cross Dresser’s gone AWOL. I managed to make Slim Boy Fat ad Shag growl with some (almost clever) door jamming. Game Bird fashioned some beautifully new white trainers (but managed to escape a down down later..) And so off we set, or at least we tried to but Hash Quack’s four-legged friend had other ideas of relieving herself of a little weight before the run. Never has anyone seen so many kids dropped off at once; were more animals involved or had Annie been saving herself for this special moment? Get Down Shep managed to stay well-out-of-the-way-Shep, whilst Shag caught the pooper-scooper up operation on camera – delightful. Lassie and Wrong checked out the wrong way and were STILL way behind but the next check enabled them to finally catch up.

Off down the canal towards Kidderminster but the lack of calling left Copulation running solo towards Stourport! By the time he’d caught up, we were already at the lock, near St Mary’s church, where 2 of the dogs decided to go for a dip in the icy water and Copulation complained about his apparently unmarked detour. A quick HH on the bridge over the river Stour and off up Mill Street, where copulation copped another cheeky falsie up a long, steep flight of steps – glutton for punishment this one!

Wrong was being taken places he’d never been before (up the steps opposite the old Mill Street Hospital to name but one) and before long we were heading up the rear of St John’s church. Much confusion was caused at the next check as everyone scattered, crossing roads and taking every which way except for the right way (I am but a simple girl). A little help was therefore required to get everyone back on track and we ascended Pineridge Drive, where some of the residents had washed away some of the trail, much to the Amateur’s disgust. Another HH down “dog shit alley” (it still didn’t stop anyone enjoying the sweets) and off to St John’s Avenue, although Copulation and Lassie decided I wasn’t to be trusted and went off in the wrong direction, yet again!

Up through Habberley estate, across Bewdley Hill and into the park for the HH with Panache! Dr Whiplash and Copulation couldn’t resist the challenge of climbing the tree; very pleased with themselves once they were up there but their faces told a different story once they realised how far they had to jump back down. Back down through the streets and into Brintons Park where everyone but the Amateur and Say No More got whiff of the on inn and shortcutted back to it, leaving the final HH abandoned. Oh well, at least we got back early for tea!

Down downs: Hot Lips for a rare short, dry run; Hash Quack for the chocolate fudge fiasco; Get Down Shep for his getting away Shep; Shag for being the owner of the other canine of chaos; Copulation and DR Whiplash for their enthusiastic tree-climbing and their much less enthusiastic descents; finally to Leg Over for needing the RA’s assistance with his strings in the car park – pull the other one!

A final mention (and down down) to Doggy Fashion herself for her successful completion of the Towse 10K last weekend – well done DF!!

Hot Lips x

Next week: The Waggon and Horses, Bewdley