Run 882 - Sutton Courtenay
Run PhotosRun: 882
Date: Tuesday, 14 July 2009
Venue: George & Dragon, Sutton Courtenay
Hare(s): Hutch, Rubber Sole, Preperation H, B-Cider
Hounds: Golden Shower, Plod, Twitcher, Big Stiffy, Eric, Gnome Alone, Bolton Wanderer, Little Prick, CS Gas, S/Shoveller, Penelope Pitstop, Lemony Snicket, Village Idiot, Rear Admiral, James, Dave, Mark, Katherine, Geoff. No K9s. For the Beer: Wimpy. For the Chips: Road runner and friend.
Scribe: Plod
Hutch & R Sole's Anniversary Hash
A novel way to celebrate a wedding anniversary, I suppose, Lay a hash, run it, invite a load of smelly wet hashers into a friend's house for bubbly and nibbles, go back to the pub and buy the chips for everyone. Now don't get me wrong. I'm not complaining. Nor did anyone else, to my knowledge - just making an observation.
An interesting trail. We zig zagged through the village towards The Plough and then headed out into the fields to do a loop which never strayed too far from the village itself - in fact we came back into it a couple of times, before heading out again. We took in the nature reservation and the pits/lakes before coming out by The Fish. S/Shoveller was heard to comment a couple of times that he was on virgin territory - a compliment if ever ther was one, Hares. Anyway, a further loop brought us to . . . Preppy's Pad, for a previously un-announced 'beer stop'. Of course by then, what had started out as a sunny evening had become a very dark and wet evening and we were all drenched. Come on in said Rubber Sole - well she would, it wasn't her kitchen.
Inside was a spread fit for a king. Nibbles, dips and three fresh cakes (strawberry, carrot and wallnut and chocolate) - oh and a glass of bubbly for all. After a toast to the couple, we demolished the cakes, ate all the crisps, and pretzels, polished off the dips, and then ambled back to the pub.
Now those paying attention on the way back will now know where this year's barbie will be. Lemony Snicket's pad is only a few houses from Preppy's.
What a friendly atmosphere in the pub. And then came the chips . . . and came . . . and came. Probably the best chips this year - nice thick potato wedges. We were struggling. I left early but at that time there was a danger of the chips having to be handed out amongst the other drinkers in the pub. It's a good job Treacle Tart had failed us again this week.
Next week we have a change of venue. We're not at Childrey, but at Kingston Lisle - only just beyond. The Hare will be Ringer. See you all there.
Plod