Sunday 22 June 2014

Old Rose and Crown, Stourport

Hash 313
Date: Thursday 19th June 2014
Pub: Old Rose and Crown, Stourport
Beers/ciders: Banks's Bitter, Doon Boggle, Strongbow, Thatchers Gold
Food: off the menu
Hare: Lassie
Visitors:virgins: Mark
Trail: Lassie's midsummer surprises!
Sixteen hashers and a couple of hounds turned out for tonight's 5 mile summer spectacular. Say No More was sporting some new shoes but there were a couple more in new shoes too so she might be spared later...
Bushwacker had passed his test and was eyeing up potential vehicles, Sprout and Buzz Lightyear were eyeing up their escape routes whilst Shag and Darth Radar we're trying to tie themselves in knots. After a few circles, Jasper decided to leave the real run to Demon Dog.
The air was tense with the realisation of the lack of our newly appointed RA and the deputy wished he had his own deputy!
Mrs Lassie was organising the food whilst Who's The Daddy needed a personal organiser - thank goodness for technology! He handed over to Lassie for the lowdown and we swiftly got on with it.
We all went out of the car park and over to the right but we're soon called back to go left and through the beer garden. Another falsie brought the keen FRBs back and through the gate where Dr Whiplash thought I was falling for him but I was just on dodgy ground.
The Pro was concerned about the cow stuck in the tree, Bristols and Say No More were trying to name it, we then had a bit of catching up to do.
Up onto the sandy paths of Hartlebury Common, where our usually knowing hare lost himself for a moment, although Say No More finally picked up the trail again.
Doggy Fashion arrived fashionably late to join us at the first HH and was just in time to witness Genital Reminder's little horn. Meanwhile, hash flash Dr Whiplash was capturing a pretty spectacular picture of the setting sun.
Weaving through the paths of the common, the newbie was relieved to find it was ok to walk the steep bits but found himself being grilled. Out to the main road, where everyone's sense of road safety awareness was heightened since last week's mishap but luckily no casualties this time.
Down through Lincomb caravan park, I was surprised we didn't make it all the way down to Lincomb Lock, instead looping back up the steep path and to the precariously placed HH2. Some of the hash teens had to be called back for their own safety.
Back across the main road and a clever falsie before heading back off-road again. Shag and I were trying to plan Doggy Fashion's birthday bash and realising that over duplication was becoming a problem - she is used to asking for work from a class full I suppose.
The stampeding horses to our left were a little off putting but not so much as the next "surprise" deep muddy puddles! The trail had been so dry until now and we really weren't expecting that. We all emerged with soggy feet and mud-splattered legs, all except one. Bristols had found the dry way round yet no one had listened.
An impromptu HH for regrouping purposes highlighted that Russell Sprout & Bushwacker were missing. Lassie & Genital Reminder went in search of the lost boys whilst the rest of us were sent onward and upward to our awaiting next surprise...
The final HH - the best ever HH - a picnic table, complete with table cloth, with freshly picked strawberries & Pimms cocktail! Mark thought he had gatecrashed someone else's party and was still confused by the flashing.
And so, full of summer refreshments, we descended the trail from the summit back to the on inn for supper (and back to the reality of hearing England lose their second World Cup game - did we expect anything else?)
Down downs: awarded by Shag to Lassie for the best hash ever;
Mrs Lassie for the posh picnic, complete with table cloth; Bushwacker for passing his driving test but still managing to get lost & finally to Shelley for getting out of the trail with clean shoes!
Hot Lips x
Next week: The Talbot, Newnham Bridge, WR15 8JF

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