Wednesday, 8 January 2014

Brookfield House

# 287 

Date: Thursday 2nd January 2014 
Venue: Brookfield House
Beers: Anything goes as it’s bring your own… but Skol??? That’s a real blast from the past!
Food: Homemade sausages, mash & onion gravy plus jacket potatoes with tuna mayo and/or cheese and salad… then homemade apple crumble and ice cream for pudding plus loads of other lovely Christmas leftovers…
Hare: well, it should have been Darth Radar but Clodhopper and Boris stepped in to save the day…
Visitors/virgins: none
Trail: the New Year birthday hash splash & mash! (thanks Cleopatra!)

Cleopatra said she’d counted 28 hashers and hashlings but this proved to be a difficult task as most were hiding out in the house hoping they could just go for the birthday splash and then reconvene for the food... This was not to be; we were persuaded outside for the usual preamble and a round of Happy New Year before being sent off to check it out.

There were a few belated festive costumes – Wrong had his Christmas lights on and the Amateur was sporting his Moustache a few weeks too late but hey ho, off we go.

Starting off down Lowe Lane and turning off towards the Bridgnorth Road, everyone was in a very jolly mood and it was great to see the lovers back from their countless outward-bound trips. Darth Radar was way out front, whilst Clodhopper brought up the rear as the off road part of the hash was underway.

The hashlings were treated to a shortcut whilst everyone else was taken on an adventure down to the bog, where they had to negotiate the freezing cold stream before ascending to join us at the 1st hash halt. Sleeping Beauty and Batman were already sharing sweets of their own, whilst Wrong was sharing his New Year wishes.

Back down the lane towards Low Habberley and into the valley, where Sleeping Beauty and I remained at the back, oblivious to any shenanigans that might be going on up front. There was, however, one little incident that Cyclopath asked me not to mention, so I won’t.

Crossdresser found an excuse to sample everyone’s goods at the 2nd HH as Clodhopper had provided refreshments but no bottle opener. He had also mislaid his phone whilst marking the largest HASH HALT ever! Luckily, he found it.

Up through the trees, across the top and out of the valley towards High Habberley where Say No More noticed my plan of keeping my hashlings close by only having one torch. (She should have been here a few weeks ago, I didn’t have one at all!)

Cutting across the corner of Habberley estate and down Manor Avenue, down Habberley Road before heading down into Blake Marsh, where Batman could barely stay on his two feet and we had a very soggy HH.

Back through Franche, where the hashlings were treated to another shortcut and so were back early enough to get into the pool before Bushwhacker and Sprout. Whatever else might have happened out there is a sheer mystery.

Down downs: awarded by Doggy Fashion to Clodhopper for his hash, splash & mash hash; Darth Radar for being the elusive birthday boy; Hopscotch for the scrummy homemade food; Sweet Tooth for being abandoned by her dad on more than one occasion this evening; Copulation for falling, but as he had abandoned his daughter yet again, his down down was sent home for him ; Plays with IT for his shiny new shoes; and finally, a naming for Emily - Splash Cat.

Hot Lips x

Next week: The Alma Tavern, Worcester, WR3 7HT

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