Memories of today’s trail consist of rape, bicycles and gossip (by Bollards).
There was a huge contrast in the weather from last week with hashers wondering whether or not to wear their jackets on trail as it was drizzling when we arrived at Newton St Cyres Golf Club.
Groucho, assisted by Twin Peaks, had laid a 3 and on trail and we were warned at the outset to mind the triffids. Apparently, Groucho had nearly lost Twin Peaks during the laying, although he could still hear her.
After a long/short split and a hash halt which didn’t look anything like a hash halt, the pack came together and wound their way into a rape field. We could have done with scythes to hack our way along the public footpath and progress was slow. Paperwork was getting very agitated that he couldn’t get a move on, while the rest of the pack gossiped. Various hashers claimed to have hay-fever, many were stung by the nettles, but we bravely soldiered on and eventua…
Hares required for 3rd, 17th and 24th September Last week, someone left behind a grey lightly
checked T-shirt of a silk-like material by the poolside. If they please
let Woodpecker know, he will hand over ASAP.
[words by Bollards] It was the biggest turnout for a hash in a long time. No Butt and Mouthful, Swampy and Strapo and others made a welcome return. Fresh(ish) from the fight (it was over a week ago), Holeinone and numerous helpers had laid a 2 and on trail, with 2 long-short splits, although they had got a bit lost. However, the pack seemed to remain together remarkably well, despite the heat.
The long had a gentle downhill start, which seemed to go on for ages (worryingly). We re-joined the short and before long found ourselves heading downhill again on another split. This time we had to climb up through woods and a fern covered bank which was tiring, but fortunately it leveled out again and we weren’t far from the sweetie stop.
There were plenty of sweets on offer and…
[words by Speedy] This week, we have been in Woodbury Common for Woodpecker's 50th year of hashing. We considered his hash to be a fairly dry hash up at the common as it was scorching weather. We started off at a quick pace and were in to the first mile quickly, after a walk through the car park in confusion. We then went through some forests until we came to the first long-short-wa***rs split. We ran down to a back check then ran through some fields of dead, scorched plants. Eventually we made it to the sweet stop where we enjoyed lots of sweets. We set off from the sweets, and went down a hill where near a pool, Rocky found it appropriate to say "Maniacs that way" to some young normal people who looked shocked to see him. We continued to run through the common. When we reached the car park we set off to Woodpecker's estate. When we got there we were greeted by his swimming pool and an infinite supply of every sort of…