It was a really lovely evening with a beautiful blood-red sunset to cap off the run. Proper Job ran to the Off from somewhere and brought a new hash hound “Deeka” with him. We did comment that Deeka dog wasn’t quite as good a name as Deefor dog would have been. It seems ironic that PJ has been off for ages with an Achilles tendon problem and that he injured it exactly 12 months ago on a run at……you guessed it, Pew Tor.

After following a very clear “DH3” sign with accompanying massive arrow we all headed off uphill for a Pew Tor Perambulation stopping off at the tops to regroup and have look at the views of the sunset. Scotch, Rover and Snake Hips mucked up the best laid plans (and trails) of Rudolph by running too far to Port and discovering a huge loop which we all then had to miss out.  I for one was very glad of the numerous checks as it is really the only time everyone else can catch me up!

Our Hare was unspeakably caddish by kicking out a check which led into a bog. We had a Slovakian contingent on the hash and Jakub went straight for the high ground, standing on a boulder and surveying the rest of the field in the mire. When asked what he was doing he replied seriously “I don’t want to get my feet wet”. Zuzana, also from Slovakia, was much more “in the zone” and ran past me in the bog with very wet feet and giggling like a mad woman. Which reminds me that we all got to hear the story of the woman who owns Vixen Tor. At the On Down Half Hour swore he saw her with a shoulder mounted rocket launcher shouting “get orf my laaand” as the hash ran past.

Most of the Hash had a nice downhill run to the car park and I was definitely the last back after my little detour. As I tried to explain to Dishy later “ Hashing is a metaphor for life… one must find ones own way and plough ones own furrow” to which she replied in true Dishy fashion “UFB That’s a load or Bullsh**”

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