The last Sunday run until the Autumn!  But it clashed with the White Horse Half Marathon so Rubber Sole’s Buddy was looking a little anxious at 1055 when there was no-one at the pub!  Slowly but surely the hounds started to arrive.  Abingdon parking is a little confusing for visitors.

Northern Soul put his bid in early for the post of GM by trying to welcome people to the hash.  But CS soon beat him into submission.  Not a pretty sight but he likes the power.  There was a bit of a breeze, particularly around the green shorts which CS had finally remembered were supposed to be an embarrassment to wear and not just part of his wardrobe (where they had been for some weeks) – is there any difference you may ask?  So we set off down East St Helen’s and through the park, over the main road and through the next park where we discovered the trim trail and exercise equipment.  Members were playing on these when Stiffy and Rocket Ronnie came into view, running rather late.  The original excuse had been that Ronnie thought Stiffy had put her trainers in the car (what planet was she on!) so, having crossed Culham Bridge they had to retrace their steps to Didcot to collect said footwear.  Then, on reaching the car park, Ronnie had to delay even further to put her lippy on!  So they had done quite well really.  We then cut up through town and Albert Park, along the alleyway that dissects Abingdon School and over the road into the housing estate. 

We had been told there was a beer stop, and then mention of the Hares’ residence was made.  So at each junction those that knew Abingdon wanted to turn towards Waitrose, but the trail worked its way persistently in the opposite direction, meandering around the White Horse Leisure Centre and across yet more park land (who knew that was there?), finally joining the riverside gardens and Victoria Park before turning off to the On Inn.  Here we all enjoyed a beverage of two and some lovely snacks and helped Northern Soul celebrate his retirement.  Many suggestions were made as to how he should spend his time but I don’t think I should repeat them here.  Wee Joker told us a joke – a pretty bad one you’ll be pleased to learn – and we all sang to him.  What more could a chap want?

Ringer awarded the Down Down vest to Wimpey for suggesting that Tinkerbell give her chair up for “and old person”.  Luckily we managed to dissuade CS from handing on the green shorts as he had no other clothes to change in to and his daughter wasn’t keen on helping protect his modesty all the way back to the car park.


Hares:  Rubber Sole’s Buddy and Northern Soul

Hounds: Wimpey, Gatecrasher, Lemony Snickett, Big Stiffy, Rocket Ronnie, Hutch,  B’Cider, Menstrual, Pressganger and Ben, Ringer, Tinkerbell, Billy Whizz, CS, Wee Joker, Weirdo, Eric and FBJ

Date: 6 April 2014

Distance: 5 Miles