Drake Hash House Harriers

Words for Run 1341 19th October 2009

hanrudd@hotmail.co.uk — Fri, 30 Oct 2009 19:24:00 GMT

Words for run 1316 - 4th April 2009

hanrudd@hotmail.co.uk — Thu, 07 May 2009 12:33:00 GMT

RUN NO.1316

VENUE: RIPPON TOR HARE:SPIDERMAN

ON DOWN: RUGGLESTONE

Spiderman had laid a super trail especially for the super-fast youngsters, and some long loops for the slower ones to keep up with them. Unfortunately, it was like the song. “The You-oung Ones, what about the You-oung Ones?” who were alas nowhere to be seen. It was the old and hardy hashers and harriettes who turned up for this one, you know, the likes of Anonymouse, Yakkidah, Rover, Donkey, Dishy, Endo, HT2, Guinness, Hamish, Ollie, and – surprise, surprise, Wimpers fresh back from NZ. Snakehips drove up, took one look at this veteran group and drove away to join Mrs Wimpers at the inn.

Somewhat disappointed, Spiderman waved one of his six legs in the air and said “That way!” We trotted off towards Hound Tor, then swung west towards Widecombe where, as on several later occasions, the pub nestling in the deep valley below was very tempting. But thankfully, we did not drop all the way down, instead we swung south and looped and twisted before arriving at Saddle Bridge where I for one thought we were going to receive our promised Jelly Babies that Spiderman was running along with, swinging the bright yellow bag temptingly from another of his six legs.

It was not to be, on on we went up to Cold East Cross, over the road and then all the way up Rippon Tor where at last sustenance was portioned out.

Sweetened up, there was a superb run down from the top of the tor, with the setting sun casting black shadows into Widecombe valley where we could at last yield to the magnetic allure of the beer. It was nine o’clock when we finished the run so Spiderman blamed all the missing Young Ones for not being there to get the rest of us to run more quickly but we had all had a lovely outing with glorious scenery and nobody had mislaid their zimmer-frame so all was well and Thank You Spiderman for a long and scenic trail.

ON! ON! Horse Trough Mark 2 aka HT2 aka HTT aka HT Too aka HT Two

Words for Run 1315 - 27th April 2009

hanrudd@hotmail.co.uk — Tue, 05 May 2009 12:21:00 GMT

Words for Run 1315

Where? Pewtor

Hare? Rudolph

On Down ? The Whitchurch Inn

Runners? I think it was 19

The definition of a nanosecond is twofold. It can be the time between a traffic light in Rome going green and the driver behind sounding their horn or… it could be the full time it took for this hash. As Rover was heard to say in the car park after a 28 minute dash around Pew Tor “Shortest bloody Hash ever”. Of course for some (ie me) the hash was slightly longer for having made the fatal mistake of actually following the trail. Between Plodder ,who did his usual trick of appearing half way through, and me we certainly lived up to public expectations of the Old Bill. Lost or Late! I noticed that Pull Over was late too and can only assume that he had in fact been pulled over for speeding by Bewitched for a second time.

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**”

On On

UFB