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Run No: 1561
Date: 28/06/2010
Start: Brisworthy Burrows, Cadover
On Down: White Thorn, Shaugh Prior
Hares: Plympton Tarts
Hello everyone!
Well, when (Can’t Remember) fluttered her eye lids and asked me to compile this Hash Mag I must of had a weak at the knees moment & said yes. So here goes, my first and possibly final attempt!
Last week was back to normal conditions & good to see a better turnout. Some feeble excuses were given by the non attendees from the Burrator wash out. Scupper Sucker had suddenly found reports to write in his last week in the Navy. No idea how he had been dodging them throughout his career until then. Biff & Glanni also came up with some bull. Apparently the liquid refreshment they were having in their caravan was much more appealing than the liquid we had (Please explain!!).
Anyway,
we were all gathered at Sharpitor eagerly awaiting our instructions from Barney
Rubble, after a few short words we were across the road & looking for
dust.
Our new Virgin runner Laura was given some good advice by Shrink, ‘tie
your laces up tight.’ This proved to be invaluable advice. As we dropped
down hill it was a case of if you go down to the bog tonight you’re
sure for a big surprise. Laura indeed had a big surprise, right in above her
knees. Lots of arm waving later she managed to scramble out and run on, only
to fall in again – a great start!
Hurricane was also wary of the bog & picked his path very carefully. As I was behind him I should have heed his caution but instead I shouted “hurry up I’m behind you.” No sooner as I had insulted his pace I ended up to my knees in bog. However, my laces were tied up, much to Hurricane’s disappointment.
The pace was set by Spike, Wobbly & Dog Catcher, with our expert short-cutters looking to do their stuff, a must on a trail like this. Pimp, a man of experience to be admired, stood at the bottom of one particular climb surveyed the area and led a large group forward taking a big chunk off the trail ahead.
Slick was heard to be telling Slap to be careful not to fall on the broken branches & nearly went flying himself. As we meandered to the finish from all directions, Debarcle commented on what a lovely run it was.
Barney Rubble feeling very pleased with himself said “everyone’s finished the Hash.” Wobbly commented “it wasn’t a Hash it was a run” as the tail enders came in 20 mins later. Uncle was also very happy with the run as she had managed to reach the end completely Bogless!!!!
Meanwhile back at the Burrator we sampled some rather anaemic looking chips at inflated prices, perhaps the chef should have taken some tips on how to cook from the resident chefs at the Crapstone cul-de-sac ‘Garage Restaurant’.
Meanwhile Gannett was suffering from the effects of a gruelling weekend in Scotland which she declared was a great experience running through the Tussocks.
STOP PRESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The VUVUZELA has been likened to the sound of a fa**y fart from Rhesus- oh how I pity the next owner- who can help?! However, Glanni is happy as Kate says he could blow hers!!!!!!!!!!!!! VOOOOVVUUUUUZELA
Well,
on that rather loud, annoying note, that’s it from the fastest milkman
in the West!!!!!
Camping Weekend
When: 4th-6th September
Where: Portscatho, Roseland Peninsula
Format: As before. Coach on Saturday morning to take you away from the campsite.
Walk / run back to Portscatho. (6 – 18 miles) Fun and games in the pub
on Saturday night.
If it’s nice a beach day on the Sunday.