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Run Reports to January 21, 2012 |
1430 |
Lunchbox @ The
Wheatsheaf |
20.09.11 |
Darker nights are looming fast,
means Hashers not turning out in big numbers. Just a smattering of ten hardy
souls tonight, nine of them men……surprise surprise even though a lovely clear
night for running. Great to see Daffy & Little Bear back with us again
this week cheery as always, bless them. Lunchbox did his job well, tricking
us when we thought we were going into Nonsuch Park, and on virtually every other
clever check too, the pesky varmint! Much checking by all, otherwise, here
till next Tuesday! Did you know ?......The Little
Park of Nonsuch as Henry VIII used to
call it, in the 1540’s, was his personal deer hunting park. The Wheatsheaf
pub has stood on this site, opposite the Hogs Mill river since….wait for
it……..1456……only 555 years ago!! On on, till our next visit to this cosy
little nook. |
1440 |
Glasshopper @ The
Queen’s Head, Byfleet |
29.11.11 |
Virgin moon, virgin hare,
virgin trail, virgin on the amazing. If Glasshopper’s trail was not 100%
intact at least the bits that mattered had been sealed in the memory by the
passage of time, enough to get even Worzel to admit he’d never done some bits
before. Admittedly the slog along the canal was a bit of a - well - slog but
in deference to our friends across the Channel, that supreme body, the
Commission, has seen fit to designate it as part of the UK’s Grand Routier
long distance walk so it must be attractive. The roar of the M25 was replaced
by roars of frustration from Wazzer, incensed by the lack of checking and
calling. With a general purpose re-established, the trail moved towards more
tranquil areas of the Wey waterways. Past Wey Moor Farm, a death defying
railway crossing and then to the placid banks of the Wey River, with forays
onto the airfield and back to the pub. A couple of good back checks kept the
pack integrated, more or less, and all were back within 1 ¼ hours. Good
timing, good venue, good run. An
ovation for the hare, or was that for the seeming limitless flow of chips
that seemed to just keep coming. Great stuff. And a footnote on the business
of scribing. As everybody knows, our regular Scribe, exhausted by his
labours, has retreated to Bangkok for a renovating period of S & R, first
ensuring that Another would carry on his good work. Although, for some, the
burdens of office fit easily on their shoulders, for others that burden is
too much. Sadly, Ding a Ling’s appointed stand-in has been found wanting,
falling not only at the first hurdle but the second as well. The hour came
but the man failed. |
1441 |
Pig Pen @ The
Wheatsheaf |
6.12.11 |
Dark, cold and dry. That was
the scene. Worzel & Calamity were confident enough to stroll up at ten
past eight. Sausage just strolled
around all night. And there were three visitors, local blondes, who
apparently do it which ever hash they fancy.
Lucky WH3 tonight. I said to
Pig-Pen as he was marking through, "How did you set this? It all looks the same in the dark. I have no idea where I am." He replied, "Between you and me,
neither do I". Just typical. But for all that, a well set &
conducted trail, kept all together and back in 1 hour and 1/4. Dark, cold and flat. That was
the beer. Ringwood was the pick of a
very ordinary bunch. The pub? Well, possibly popular only because of the
eye candy. Dark, well hung and in a
flasher's mac. That was 'Ardon
arriving late, straight from a Rotarians meeting, complete with brass chain
regalia ... and a Santa's hat! Ridiculous. |
1442 |
Tight Git @ The
Eight Bells |
13.12.11 |
Well, a jolly festive gathering
of Hashers turned up for this Tight Git special…. Nonsuch Park, and a goodly
mixture of many footpaths, and alleys took us Every which way but loose, I think
we renewed the local A – Z. A cracking
run, in which we lost nobody this week. Sausage was missed, but All Up Front
was keenly asking Ding a Ling, …..Where is your Thai bride? and Wasser
feigned interest in the exotic photographs of Ding’s trip to Asia. Only Pig Pen was afforded the
luxury of a detailed viewing of Thailand. Tight Git’s missus Louise, very
kindly upped the ante, with delicious offerings of warm mince pies, and
piping hot mulled wine, with fruit bits as we stopped off at their house, just
short of the pub. Festive fayre, as it should be……..delightfully kind of
them, again! Great to celebrate Spanish Mistress’s 50th BIRTHDAY! no you cry, I know, I thought she was
forty. A fabulous Chocolate cake cooked by the famous lady herself was shared
by all, and Wasser was surprisingly complimentary, a weak moment for sure. On
On to the next special night next week. |
1443 |
Butt Plug @ The
Lass |
20.12.11 |
A real festive frolic for all
Hashers, and guests. We had a long haul visitor, Bondi from Sydney, just
arrived and a short haul one from nearby Ham, Airhead, both very welcome!
Spanish Mistress’s sister arrived from Melbourne, but deemed it too cold to
come out, soft eh ? Graham and his wife joined us , with their friendly dog
Max. Butt Plug created a super trail
to his usual high standards, alleys and off into Richmond Park straight away,
we set off into Winter wonderland in the dark with a stroll through Sidmouth
Wood, a nice canopy of small trees to run through. We managed to disturb a large
group of Fallow Deer, on our journey, who had bedded down for the night, till
Weybridge Hashers arrived! Canary Wharf, in central London was all lit up, 12
miles away for all to see. Now, as we left the park, near Petersham
Nurseries, Mother Brown & Call Girl had very kindly helped Butt Plug lay
on delicious hot mulled wine and mince pies.….yummie! Delicious Christmas fayre! The pub was very warm and cosy too. MERRY
CHRISTMAS, one and All ! xx |
1444 |
Spanish Mistress
and Mark @ The Four Horseshoes |
27.12.11 |
A right festive shindig this
was, all and sundry turned up! We had Naked chef’s sister Claire and her
brave six year old Charlotte trying to avoid the sharp bracken and heather,
not easy for one so young. Then Ding a Ling ran past Ruth, and her daughter
with a buggy pushing a baby just three weeks, two days old……..yes, tis true,
AND she made it round the very muddy difficult terrain of Chobham Common, without
getting marooned!! Amazingly well
done! No Nookie returned to us from Surrey Hash, and friend Belcher, who
did………apparently his best friend’s Mum taught him to do it when he was a
young lad, and now he can’t stop, poor frog!
Peter, aka. Dr Death tuned out for this one, due to the very mild
weather, and proceeded to fall into a particularly sharp gorse bush, with
painful results. A certain Mr Cunningham also joined us, got lost but then
denied it, a right good expert on good local trails though….. All Up Front and Simon, showed
us the way around the Common, even guys with radio controlled planes were out
practicing their diving skills, on us it felt like…. Gary…aka Marco Van
Basten was pushing those limbs, even dragging his son Charlie out of bed to have
fun on our latest Weybridge Special!
Golden Balls too made a rare visit, working he says keeps him inside,
he was out on parole for the day.
Afters…….well a right royal picnic was had round the green, vegetable
ratatouille, a selection of breads and cheeses, juices, choc chip
fudges….yummie and much more was gorged by all, before the cold air ushered
us into the pub. A fitting end to a jolly year with Weybridge Hashers as your
hosts! See you very soon…..HAPPY NEW
YEAR to ALL! |
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