I am away again next Sunday so would like a volunteer again for guest scribe please. Slightly more enthusiasm than last time would be greatly appreciated!!!!!! Horny Woman did a grand job so if no-one else volunteers I may need to call on her again! Once again, email me if you'd like to do it, lauriethompson25@hotmail.co.uk
Thanks, Tuned In
We run on a Sunday morning at 11am, within ~15 miles of Exeter. All abilities are welcome. Click this link for more info about us and hashing in general, or join our WhatsApp group
Sunday, June 21
21st June - Squabmoor Reservoir - Chesty + Stat Nav
What started out looking like being a small hash eventually turned into more than 20 hashers and 8 dogs raring to go! With Twin Peaks playing Hash Cash we were soon all ready for the hares speech. Woodpecker said a few words about his hash next week but also informed us that Mother Woodpecker has sadly passed away.......aged 99!!!! Looks like we'll have Mr Woodpecker around for a good long time yet then! RIP Mother Woodpecker.
Usual instructions from the hares, fish hooks, long short splits and of course, a sweetie stop. Onto check over the road where there was a lot of loitering going on, eventually the trail was called on on by Cathusalem followed closely by Tuned In.
The trail led down along the edge of a bog which most of the dogs dove into immediately, then proceeded to shake stinky mud on the passing hashers! On through some lovely forest tracks to Bystock Pools,the nature reserve, where the peace and tranquility was shattered by the dogs having a wash in the water. Once everyone had caught up at the regroup we were called on over the road.
A good stretch to run over Dalditch Common taking in a long short split and ending up at a regroup on Dalditch Lane. With lots of fish hooks the pack didn't get too split up. With a sneaky back check at the bottom of the hill, we ended up heading into Ting Tong Woods where the FRB's (including Woodpecker????? How????) missed the sweetie stop and had to be called on back. Here we enjoyed 3 bags of sweeties before setting off again.
Down through the woods we came across a bed of sorts, well a pillow and sleeping bag, Stat Nav really must've been dedicated to laying this hash, to have stayed the night! Back down to another regroup where we were duly warned about the next long short split, the long was not for the faint hearted! The shorts came out at the reservoir where we had a regroup and waited for the longs to arrive. When all but Woodpecker were there (he must've had 3 weetabix today I reckon??!!!) we set off towards the on home, with the trail heading around the far side of the reservoir where there USED to be a path(!) or the easy option, straight along the path! Most of us took the easy option, being true hashers!
Twin Peaks was acting Double D (Deputy deputy sheriff) and handed out fines for PMT on the hash, to Tampa and Groucho, Woodpecker, his son and Ditto for using nerd names on the hash. Chip Shop for saying that while Up Yours was pregnant was the most peaceful 18months he's ever had! Thanks to Chesty for laying the hash with a little help from Stat Nav!!!
On On to next week at Exton Barton, the farm entrance. From Exeter direction, at the new traffic lights in Exton, turn left, from Exmouth direction turn right.......surprisingly. On down at Chez Woodpecker for post hash frivolities, remember ladies........enter that swimming pool at your peril!
Usual instructions from the hares, fish hooks, long short splits and of course, a sweetie stop. Onto check over the road where there was a lot of loitering going on, eventually the trail was called on on by Cathusalem followed closely by Tuned In.
The trail led down along the edge of a bog which most of the dogs dove into immediately, then proceeded to shake stinky mud on the passing hashers! On through some lovely forest tracks to Bystock Pools,the nature reserve, where the peace and tranquility was shattered by the dogs having a wash in the water. Once everyone had caught up at the regroup we were called on over the road.
A good stretch to run over Dalditch Common taking in a long short split and ending up at a regroup on Dalditch Lane. With lots of fish hooks the pack didn't get too split up. With a sneaky back check at the bottom of the hill, we ended up heading into Ting Tong Woods where the FRB's (including Woodpecker????? How????) missed the sweetie stop and had to be called on back. Here we enjoyed 3 bags of sweeties before setting off again.
Down through the woods we came across a bed of sorts, well a pillow and sleeping bag, Stat Nav really must've been dedicated to laying this hash, to have stayed the night! Back down to another regroup where we were duly warned about the next long short split, the long was not for the faint hearted! The shorts came out at the reservoir where we had a regroup and waited for the longs to arrive. When all but Woodpecker were there (he must've had 3 weetabix today I reckon??!!!) we set off towards the on home, with the trail heading around the far side of the reservoir where there USED to be a path(!) or the easy option, straight along the path! Most of us took the easy option, being true hashers!
Twin Peaks was acting Double D (Deputy deputy sheriff) and handed out fines for PMT on the hash, to Tampa and Groucho, Woodpecker, his son and Ditto for using nerd names on the hash. Chip Shop for saying that while Up Yours was pregnant was the most peaceful 18months he's ever had! Thanks to Chesty for laying the hash with a little help from Stat Nav!!!
On On to next week at Exton Barton, the farm entrance. From Exeter direction, at the new traffic lights in Exton, turn left, from Exmouth direction turn right.......surprisingly. On down at Chez Woodpecker for post hash frivolities, remember ladies........enter that swimming pool at your peril!
Saturday, June 20
14th June - Wheathill Plantation CP, Woodbury - Joint hash with Taunton
It was another glorious sunny Sunday on woodbury common, for a joint hash between Exeter and Taunton, about 20 of us from Exeter arrived, various excuses were heard for absences from the lame family BBQ, to the partly believable swine flu! Chip Shop arrived rather huffy and puffy in lycra ..... under the guise of cycle training (we would all respect him more if he just admitted..... he just likes wearing lycra!!). Mr Hyde arrived with another hoard of new children - it is rumoured he might have a change of name to Pied Piper .... one would presume he does have the consent of the parents involved?? The Taunton hare gave instructions regarding the hash, and we were off .... to the sound of a rather loud hunter bugel that was the signature tune for the next 100 minutes.
Lots of hills, rough ground and tree roots tried to thwart the hashers, indeed 99% tackled the route without problems. However there's always one....and it was Horny Woman who embarassed herself by tripping in spectacular superman fashion, landing on her front with her customary screech. It was left to Tampa to inform her of his disappointment "as a true Horny Woman you are meant to fall flat on your back !!!" Where upon he realised his un-gentlemanly comments and offered to brush the dust off her front !!! (she was heard to decline his kind offer) She did however diagnose herself as having a fractured femur but refused offers for the air ambulance and instead agreed to take half a paracetamol.
So picture the scene, you are a keen fisherman, you see a wonderfull sunny day for a quiet lakeside fish, just you and nature at its best. You pack up your rods, bait, flies, llittle chairs, umberella, and your little wife makes you a healthy and hearty lunch. You arrive and set up camp several yards from your next contemporary in order to give each other a certain amount of space, peace and quiet........................THEN .....50 or so shouting, bugling, barking and stomping beings, of human and animal kind go thundering past your haven, it must have made their day !!!! However it has to be said that not one of the aforementioned fisherman made any peep of their annoyance. At the end of the lake was one fisherman with a great dane the size of a grand national winner, who stood like a soldier on sentry duty and when hashers passed and made kind and complimentary remarks about his canine friend, just glared ....... some of us decided he was probably the local drug dealer and as we were hashers he felt his business threatened !!! Then it was a break without sweeties for instructions to the real sweetie stop, there was to be one long cut and one short cut ???? Maybe different counties have different languages .... this makes hard going for us newbies i can tell ya :) annnnnnyway off we walked, jogged, or ran up the hill to yet more beautiful countryside. THEN it was sweetie stop with various forms of sugar and stickyness enjoyed by all !!
Then it was over a wooden bridge with a man taking photos of what was spied by the children as a little terrapin sunning himself on the end of a large fallen log (the terrapin - not the man!) Then it was another 10 or 15 mins of hashing through various terrain and undregrowth to the car park where various liquids were consumed heartily. Next week its Squabmoor with Stat nav and Chesty ...... next door to where we where today.
Many thanks to Horny Woman for volunteering her services as scribe, nice one.
Lots of hills, rough ground and tree roots tried to thwart the hashers, indeed 99% tackled the route without problems. However there's always one....and it was Horny Woman who embarassed herself by tripping in spectacular superman fashion, landing on her front with her customary screech. It was left to Tampa to inform her of his disappointment "as a true Horny Woman you are meant to fall flat on your back !!!" Where upon he realised his un-gentlemanly comments and offered to brush the dust off her front !!! (she was heard to decline his kind offer) She did however diagnose herself as having a fractured femur but refused offers for the air ambulance and instead agreed to take half a paracetamol.
So picture the scene, you are a keen fisherman, you see a wonderfull sunny day for a quiet lakeside fish, just you and nature at its best. You pack up your rods, bait, flies, llittle chairs, umberella, and your little wife makes you a healthy and hearty lunch. You arrive and set up camp several yards from your next contemporary in order to give each other a certain amount of space, peace and quiet........................THEN .....50 or so shouting, bugling, barking and stomping beings, of human and animal kind go thundering past your haven, it must have made their day !!!! However it has to be said that not one of the aforementioned fisherman made any peep of their annoyance. At the end of the lake was one fisherman with a great dane the size of a grand national winner, who stood like a soldier on sentry duty and when hashers passed and made kind and complimentary remarks about his canine friend, just glared ....... some of us decided he was probably the local drug dealer and as we were hashers he felt his business threatened !!! Then it was a break without sweeties for instructions to the real sweetie stop, there was to be one long cut and one short cut ???? Maybe different counties have different languages .... this makes hard going for us newbies i can tell ya :) annnnnnyway off we walked, jogged, or ran up the hill to yet more beautiful countryside. THEN it was sweetie stop with various forms of sugar and stickyness enjoyed by all !!
Then it was over a wooden bridge with a man taking photos of what was spied by the children as a little terrapin sunning himself on the end of a large fallen log (the terrapin - not the man!) Then it was another 10 or 15 mins of hashing through various terrain and undregrowth to the car park where various liquids were consumed heartily. Next week its Squabmoor with Stat nav and Chesty ...... next door to where we where today.
Many thanks to Horny Woman for volunteering her services as scribe, nice one.
Monday, June 8
Guest Scribe Required
Next week I, Tuned In, and Groucho will both be away (not together I hasten to add!!!). Do we have any volunteers who would like to write the words for the blog next Sunday and email them to me? Normally Chesty gets 'volunteered' but knowing how busy and important (!) she is, I'm sure she will be grateful for someone else to do it! Any takers please email me and let me know, lauriethompson25@hotmail.co.uk
On On xx
On On xx
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