Pub: The Fox Inn, Hanley Broadheath
Food: Beef or vegetable stew with mash & peas
Beers: Bathams, Holdens Golden Wonder, Robinsons & Old Rosie cider
Hare: The Amateur
Virgins: Georgina, Pete & Steve
Trail: The Amateur let it slip that when he checked out this route, it was about 8 miles. When he laid it, he tried to cut it short but there was a problem with everything being so overgrown… He also informed us that there were no sweets or beers, which also didn’t go down well… So here goes… That said, it was a wonderful hash, beautifully laid in flour (plenty of) with some fantastic views, an interesting assault course and a welcoming on inn.
28 hashers, plus half a dozen hounds set off down the road, with the usual yells of “CAAARRR!!” with every passing vehicle. It wasn’t long before we turned off the road and onto some much more pleasant terrain underfoot. Captain Cavemen had the horn this evening yet spent most of his time bantering with Sprout. Say No More was sprinting out across the fields early on, whilst Dr Whiplash was acting slightly suspiciously, only to later claim he knew what he was doing but didn’t want to give the game away too soon.
The Pro surprised us with sweets at the first HH - we knew she wouldn’t let us down! Some more lovely countryside, with lots of stiles and the witnessing of various methods of dog-climbing (or just simply throwing them over), plus a little “present” left on one for those stragglers at the back. Slim Boy Fat shared his stash of goodies at the next HH. Then we were warned of a few potholes…
The assault course – a slippy, muddy downhill with lots of tree trunk obstacles, nettles a-plenty, lots of holes in the ground waiting to trap a hasher (hardly potholes, Amateur!), lots of squawking from the girls on the way down but fortunately, not too many muddy bums.
The only thing with a lot of down is that there is a lot of up to follow! Some ran, some walked, one collided with a tree, rendering him blind until the Pro spotted the lost specs (thankfully, not trampled on by the over-enthusiastics).
Beers, more sweets (he’s spoiling us) and a guest appearance from Tits or Treats at the final HH and don’t we all look wonderful in our new hash t-shirts? We certainly need a group photo for the album!
The final leg and almost another sheep-worrying episode for Demon Dog, causing Doggy Fashion to assert her “womanly disgust.” All to be forgotten back once back at the on inn as she remembered her excitement at having a new hashling in the group!
Down downs: awarded by an almost uncontrollably excited Doggy Fashion to the Amateur for his assault course hash, complete with sweets and beers; our virgins: Georgie, the hashling (the cause for such excitement), Pete Savoury & Steve (?Sweet); Cyclopath for trying to be discreet but being caught with her pants down; more hashling action from Darth Radar and his wooden machete; Legover for flashing in the car park at the start; Game Bird for her stinking behaviour; Dr Whiplash and his stumbling Velma impersonation “glaaaaaaases” and finally, Shag was called up for his down down, only to be reminded he’d had his earlier – ouch! Ha ha! Pure comedy genius! (You had to be there)
Hot Lips x
Next week: The Waggon & Horses, Bewdley
Gardening fancy dress to celebrate Compost’s 50th birthday