Sunday, March 11

Grizzly Results

The Sun shone today in East Devon and this made the Grizzly even harder(never an easy race) .The air ambulance was called twice and many ordinary ambulances were seen transporting runners to hospital.Congratulations to all the hashers who took part.Early results for some of our hashers are listed below
Cub Run
Dr Jeckyl one hour 42 minutes in about 136th position(well done!)
Sorepoint one hour 54 minutes

Grizzly
Paperwork three hours 31 minutes
Wide Receiver three hours 47 minutes
Spocky Bitz Four hours 7 minutes
Twin Peaks Four hours 17 minutes
Coffin Five hours 46 minutes(great effort)
Arfanar Five hours 50 minutes

Congratulations to everyone

11th March Exminster Rocky,Stix,Speedy and Bollards

I managed to get Speedy to write something and then Stix followed it up.
 
It was a sunny day
There were no clouds. There were fish hooks,
checks,
on ons,
back checks,
sweety stops,
re-groups
and lots of different things also there are some refreshments
sweets
or if you preferred you could have some
water. Written by Speedy.
Speedy and Rocky were so excited about laying the trail, and then haring it! Speedy wanted to put marks down every three feet, and I'm not sure that Rocky really understood that he wasn't supposed to tell everyone which way to go at the checks. At the top of the hill I heard him shout "On to check! This way" as he headed over the stile! But it turned out to be a beautiful day to haul our battered bodies around the Parish of Exminster, and we spent a couple of seconds thinking of those less intelligent than ourselves... those who had decided to do the Grizzly! The pack was small, but perfectly formed, with Groucho, Tail Lamp, Woodpecker (who arrived two minutes early!), Tampa (with nuts), Oddbitz, Baglady, EJ and Isosceles, plus us. Speedy introduced the trail (as Groucho pointed out later – the youngest ever CoE H3 hare!) and then set off around the allotment field, to find the first long-short split. The shorts headed up the hill along Deepway Lane, while the Longs shot off with Bollards to the bottom of the valley, along Dayspottles Lane, and up one mother of a hill (the appropriately named, Coffins Lane, by the look of Woodpecker’s face by the time he got to the top!). The Longs caught us Shorts up some way past the motorway bridge as we headed to the sweetie stop/viewpoint overlooking the marshes and the city. 4 bags of sweets were consumed (most of them by Tampa?), after which we headed back down to the A379, past Matford Farm and back into the village (with minor diversions around the Environment Agency grounds and Devington Park). Oddbitz and Tail Light seemed to enjoy their hand-in-hand stroll – it’s so nice to see new romances blossom on the hash! I decide to abandon Bollards’ final loop around the houses, since we were all together, and it being 12.15. Beers, scrumpy, nuts and crisps were enjoyed in the sun in our back-garden. Thanks to all for coming! On On Stix

26th February Aylesbeare Inn Dr Jeckyll

Well in medical terms the trail today could best be described by the patients,in this case the hashers, who responded well to the treatment handed out by our hare, Doctor Jekyll thought that we were all making satisfactory progress, although there is still room for improvement in our overall condition.We had several guests today including Radiohead, Stat-Nav and TomTom, two of whom are it is rumoured are suffering from a touch of being "loved up" our doctor could not suggest an instant remedy although Stat Nav did ask for some tablets. Anyway the signal from the hare was given and we were off, off where nobody seemed to know, not for the first five minutes any way, then our hare gave us all a hint, we like hints. As if by magic we were out of the village and running along the side of a stream, very nice it was too.Soon came the first of three long/short splits, the injured, old and lazy taking the short route, that will be Groucho then along with Blobhoblin ! Oddbitz set the pace on this the short trail, only to reach a stile to be spoken to by and and lectured too by "the lady of the village" walking her dog, who quizzed him as to why several hash dogs were not on leads or did she mean why weren't the hashers on leads, perhaps she thought some of us were wild and menacing.In fact she had a go at poor old Oddbitz about the dogs, whilst he in turn just stood the foaming at the mouth and smacking his lips. Anyway we all carried on as normal in our abnormal way until we reached the next check where upon we realised that on of our number was missing, Mr Woodpecker had disappeared, had he to been subjected to a tongue lashing from "the lady of the village" poor bloke what a fate or had he gone to find the lay by where Dr Jeckyl had caught a middle aged couple having relations earlier that very morning.Then up stepped a brave hasher in the shape of FF who it must be said volunteered to go and search for our missing hasher. I can report that Mr Woodpecker was found surprisingly still in one piece but in a disoriented state, he'd got lost(really?)Next we viewed a free range chicken farm which was eggciting the noise was amazing from what must of been 500 chickens all busy clucking about in this giant chicken playground a sort of home on the range(wheres colonel Sanders when you need him?)The usual goodies were enjoyed at the sweet stop with several locals watching us from behind curtains and garden hedges wondering what was going on.
I can report that we all made it around the rest of the trail and back to the Aylesbeare Inn from where we set off seventy-five minutes earlier. The usual fines were given out by Twin Peaks who was armed with her black book containing the names etc of those who had strayed from the straight and sometimes narrow. Stix was fined a pound because of his breaking of several rules amongst the list was the use of nerd names and using technology whilst hashing.Woodpecker went into poet mode whilst in the circle and explained that when lost earlier on the trail he made up several limericks one of which he recited.
A nice change to run in a different area and what a pub!