Run 870 - Marsh Baldon
Run: 870
Date: Tuesday, 21 April 2009
Venue: Seven Stars, Marsh Baldon
Hare(s): Pressganger & Eric
Hounds: Golden Shower, Plod, CS Gas, S/Shoveller, Penelope Pit-stop, Dipstick, Gate Crasher, Pereperation H, Rubber Sole, Hurtch, B-Cider, Gnome Alone, Deaf Aid, Cherry, Big Stiffy, Pyro, Bootsy and, all the way from Zurich, Robert.
Whisper K9-1, Hattie K9-2, Meg K9-3, Trip Hazard K9-4.
Scribe: Plod
Lovely Spring evening as we gathered for Tuesday Hash No 3 of 2009. The turn-out once again was fantastic. And we were even joined by Bootsy, on her mountain bike - nice to see you girl, we've missed you. For the third week on the trot Mrs Bolton Wanderer turned up; with her was Wee wanderer, Luke, and Bolton Wanderette, Leanne, Three weeks on the trot, eh. That's a naming. I invited the off-spring to join me: "Hey, kids, how about some black on your mum - something embarassing would be nice". And boy, did they. Who needs enemies when you've got these two around . . . but I'm getting ahead of myself. We also welcomed Robert, all the way from Zurich.
We had a briefing, of sorts. There was Pressganger, pretty laid back, and Eric, who was treating this all far too seriously. But we survived it. For the 2nd week on the trot, 8 on the check - and then we were off.
Up to the Reading road we went - supposedly following a trail of flower that had been hidden so that those arriving wouldn't see it. Then we crossed over and skirted the Arboretum before backtracking into the top end of Nuneham Courtney and had been The Harcourt Arms.
We crossed the road again and then skirted Marsh Baldon to end up almost at Toot Baldon. Almost but not quite. We turned back towards Marsh - only there was a cruel loop on the outskirts which took us away instead. But then we turned and were on the on in leg.
It was a long one, about 4 3/4 - the only consolation was that it's all pretty flat around there.
It was Biker's Night at the pub. Waiting at the bar to be served, got pipped to get served by two big boys, in full leathers etc wanting two cups of tea!!!
That was a great trail, girls. Once again the pack managed to stay intact - only the last half mile or so saw the walkers left behind.
So what do we reckon to the chips? And there were certainly enough of them - worth going back for that alone.
And of course we had our naming. Mrs Bolton Wanderer admitted she was hooked on hashing. Much to Bolton Wanderer's disgust: I turn up three times in a year and you're there three weeks on the trot. No complaints from the rest of us. The black on her? 39 years of age, three kids, and two weeks ago she had her belly button pierced!!! Well, there were one or two names that Eric would have approved, but the one that shouted out to be used was . . . Little Prick! And that's what she was christened. The naming comittee didn't want to incur Eric wrath unnecessarily so Mrs Bolton Wanderer was asked about the belly button . . . Not only were we shown the piercing but the tatoo on her lower back, as well. Apparently, according to Luke, there's another one higher up . . .
Right, we're at Blewbury next week, and CS Gas is the Hare. Will we see Wee Joker, I ask myself. See you all there.
Plod