The following Sunday after the St Patrick’s day party at the Rising Sun was always going to have to be a good one to persuade us to get on out there! We all 41 of us arrived in the carpark of the Countryman pub, although a few had a come via a somewhat scenic detour/route of the pub at Bray! After a few obligatory down-downs for the 3 visiting hashers, (which included Gonzo, who apparently hasn’t hashed for so long he feels like a visitor) we made a hasty set off due to the blustery gales and the dark clouds which loomed ominously above…..

The route picked by the two hares Sore Arse and Heavy Breather saw us running through various countryside, with far stretching views from Carn-brea Ridge. It was either these spectacular views, or the fact that they wanted to spend some quality time getting to know each other whilst clinging to the side of the rock, that we lost two of our hashers, limpet and the yet to be named floppy (see later on).

The rest of us meanwhile continued on encountering some friendly pigs, where I could tell pig pen felt very at home! The most unusual part of the hash was that it stayed completely dry, with no puddle splashing or rivers to wade through, but don’t worry water lovers I’m sure the next hares have taken account of this and will make up for it!

The hash holt was organised by Panter, where fresh oranges, sausage rolls, crisps, beer and cider were provided to upkeep energy levels for the homeward bound run.

On our return to the pub the sun came out for the down-downs and namings-

Misdemeanour down-downs were awarded to –

• The hares, Sore Arse and Heavy Breather for setting the hash
• Horny Flasher for loosing his bicycle clips
• Heavy Breather for abandoning Limpet and Floppy
• Limpet for not being sympathetic to his wife’s broken leg
• Limpet again cos its his birthday!

Namings and reasons for, included -

• Floppy, Furrys sister, who had an ‘experience’ with limpet on a rock outcrop
• Jockstrap, a Scottish bloke
• Delia and lets be havin you, a couple who support Norwich City Football Club and cook up ‘good home cooked food’ for the council….
• Never, related to Haz

For the few who stayed on at the pub afterwards we were entertained by a country and western singer with his dodgy guitar and his loyal groupies which lined one side of the pub!

All in all a good hash, thanks to Sore Arse and Heavy Breather.

On on

Salami