Words – 24th November 2010
Haldon Belvedere car park
Well, after nearly getting away with it, Wide Receiver kindly sprung the words on me about 10 minutes before I left the pub, cheers, although he had just let out a brilliant quote – more on that later!
So, bearing that in mind, I wasn’t spending much of my attention on the trail gathering evidence with which to pad out the words! Most of the trail was spent gossiping – why are you not surprised!
So, we circled up, with virtually everyone layering up with hats, scarves, gloves, 2 pairs in my case! All except Strongbow, obviously he is the only tough one (or mad one) prancing around in SHORTS!
Visitors and newbies were welcomed and the hares: Quick Rukka and Wide Receiver gave us the low-down; which consisted of, amongst other things… 5 long/short splits, sweetie stop (cheer)and… surprise stop, (even bigger cheer!)
So, off we went, many of the back people getting confused with everyone zipping off and calling on-on in all directions. Eventually a consensus was made and the running continued. Buzby found himself at this point, on the wrong side of a ditch, so, in his wisdom decided he was going to leg it down one side and hope the momentum would get him up the other side of the steep bank. Now I did physics at school and vaguely remember something about momentum, so I kind of knew where he was coming from but….. And I was right, it didn’t quite work! On the third try, with a ‘little’ bit of hauling and dragging, he finally made it up that bank!
Then we were off up the hill to the first stop – the surprise stop, of luscious mulled wine – good call on such a night and absolutely fantastic that we didn’t have to wait long for it!
So, trail-wise, it was cold, bloomin freezing actually, on numerous occasions my thoughts were cast back to last year when people were stranded on Haldon Hill, spending the night in their cars, wondering what the hell we were thinking – well, we don’t think, we’re hashers, thinking takes the fun out of it surely!
Cold, but definitely a good one, I found myself part of the walking wounded at the back of the pack, another chance for more gossiping – yay!
Circle-wise, I don’t really know who got down-downs because Screech and I were short-cutters and the circle was nearly over by the time we got there. By the way I don’t really call that much of a short cut, I think maybe we entered a parallel universe and came back twenty minutes later, either that or Wide Receiver doesn’t know his shorts from his longs. But apparently Wide Receiver can’t tell his humans from his farm animals as he did once ‘do it with a sheep’ so believe what you will!
On on til next time, and sorry about the crappy words, but it’s the thought that counts, and I thought about doing a fancy-arse poem, but then chose not too!!! Blame Wide Receiver for leaving it til the last minute,
Whoopsie
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