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Run Reports to February 15, 2011 |
Run 1395
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Call Girl @ The White Swan
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18.01.11
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At first there was no one there, but
then they all arrived in a rush, all 20 of them, expecting another Weybridge
Special, and they were not to be disappointed! Golden Balls, all smiles, Pickled Fart, all
piles, sorry, and the gentle giant Bumburner, who normally runs with Barnes,
a warm welcome! Call Girl has set many runs for other
Hashes, and it showed She did not disappoint, giving us a merry dance, via
Historic Houses gardens, riverside ambles, and then across Richmond Bridge
round Richmond Green , hello David Attenborough ….. cleverly back across
Twickenham bridge, with lovely little paths along the way, plus a delicious
cup of warm mulled wine on the banks of the Thames no less , at the end, On
On….Birthday Girl on Thursday!! The White Swan was ever friendly too,
dog bickies for our three, Sam, Arnie & Jack and chips to boot, for all ,
hurrah ! We will be back. |
Run 1396
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All up Front @ Oxshott Sports Club
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25.1.11
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A spectacular turnout of 25 members
of Weybridge Hash and friends for Burn’s Night, must be the temptation of the food for
all. Karen even flew in especially
from Oz, just to see us, and Linda & family too! Daffy dressed up, resplendent in his tartan
gear, and orange wig to boot. The trail by All Up Front was a
cracker, taking us everywhere round the back roads and alleys, any which way
that led us into the splendours of Oxshott Heath, all manner of trees, Oak,
Beech, many Silver birches straining to the skies and Scotch Pine too. Did you know … Queen Victoria bought
Oxshott Heath in 1882, and gave it to her son The Duke of Albany. Esher Council bought it from the Crown in
1923 for the princely sum of £300. We were treated to a delicious
Haggis, with neaps and tatties too, which on a cold frosty night went down
exceedingly well, thank you to the Chef!
A delightful night for all. On
On… |
Run 1397
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Morris @ The Plough
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1.2.11
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Another cracking woodside Hash, I did
notice a distinctly sauntering style tonight, perhaps it’s the Winter laid back
blues slowing us down. Anyway, welcome
to another Virgin Hasher, Dave from Woking, who found us on the Net nice to
meet you and see you again! We were
like a pack of 20 dogs; every tree in Horsell Common was run past by our
Merry band! Calamity was fun, she said
….standing at the roadside…’ I cannot hear a sausage’ …so there you have
it!! Many tree roots tried to trip us
up, but we triumphed again. Morris did well, laying an
interesting trail, flour aplenty to find, and somehow we kept the pack together,
without losing anyone. Grand Master
was keen, good to see, sharp humour always at the ready! After in the pub, there was a lot of
giggling going on in the corner, must be Cathy & Malcolm again, plus
other contributors…….Spanish Mistress?? |
Run 1398
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Sausage @ The
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8.2.11
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Yes, another good gathering came to
enjoy Sausage’s run round the private roads of Woodham and the streets of New
Haw plus a nice bit of Birch Wood to go through at the end. Carolyn returned to us again, back since
late Autumn, plus new boys David and Neil too. Great Bear turned up, good to
see as always. Our group got spread out a bit too
much, but all survived, some nice hidden footpaths and alleyways through the
private estates, beautiful trees. A
clear starry night was very enjoyable to run on. The Victoria was very welcoming; landlady
cooked us chips, even though kitchen closed at 9pm. Ian was back with us, plus his son Alex,
both giving their best out there, try and come and see us more often, you are
very welcome! Linda was full of
laughter tonight, cheering souls everywhere.
An interesting Kiwi trail was enjoyed by all. |
Run 1399
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Spingo @ Dorking
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15.2.11
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Everything started well enough. The
weather turned fair in time and even if the car park on the right of Church
Street was full there were still spaces on the opposite side. A goodly crowd
of cross dressers was gathered there, together with some straight dressers of
both sexes (they’re the ones who are the right shape to wear a dress or the
ones who just didn’t bother, if you see what I mean). A smattering of
displaced OCH3 were in attendance to swell the ranks, such is the repute of
the fair Hare. Just before 8 a smart Merc pulled
into the car park, easily mistaken for our overpaid treasurer, Sausage.
Desperate Dan, resplendent in flowing miniskirt (he really does need a wax
job on those legs), helpfully moved the crowd out of the way and directed the
driver to the last remaining parking slot. A rather bewildered driver
subsequently emerged remarking that the last thing he expected in Dorking was
to be helped to park by a man in a dress. Obviously not a local. Punctually, as the church clock
chimed 20.07, the pack galloped off hailing one another merrily. Across the
park, onto Ashcombe Road and then out towards Denbies. There were those who
evidently thought Spingo was going to treat us ill and take us through the
darkened slopes of the vineyard. Off they went checking in that direction but
the more savvy took the path round the edge which is where the trail went.
What a quagmire. A slipping, sliding, slithering pack negotiated the hazard
with many an oath or foul word. David, the almost Virgin hasher, made it to
the end before sprawling gracelessly at the last fence. Well, it saved giving
him a Down Down after the run, I suppose, or it would have if we did that
kind of thing. Anyway, enough of this waffle. The
run crossed the A24, past Pixholme Mill and on to the Cockeral roundabout. At
this point there was a trickle of dissidents sneaking off following more
direct routes back to the car park while the hare led those other loyal souls
a merry dance around the backstreets on the south side of the town. And so back to the pub, run by
Desperate Dan’s son, with a very reasonable drop for £2.90 a pint. Obviously
takes after his father in wanting to protect the drinking man’s pocket.
Spingo may not have been able to line up chips but the men were bestowed with
red roses and the ladies got sherbet hearts instead. All in all, a jolly
little jaunt and thanks to Spingo for her traditional St V escapade. |
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