Summer must be here as it was the first Tuesday night run. 

We set off left from the pub and straight across the road onto a raised causeway.  Some distance along here we came to a dividing of the ways.  “There’s a way down there” volunteered the hare, off went Northern Soul.  A couple of yards further on he cried “On On”, only to find a fish hook another couple of yards further on.  That must have been the shortest fish hook ever. Turning left we came out just below the main square, turned right along the road and then left again towards the river.  Northern Soul took some calling back from checking further along the main road, being somewhat deafened by the traffic noise.

At the water’s edge CS managed to get at least 1/3 of the pack to turn right and discover the 2nd fish hook.  Rocket Ronnie was front running again, but she says she needs to put on the miles as she and Big Stiffy are in training for the Town and Gown.  We headed North again then cut West and hit the other end of the main square before heading off towards the cemetery.  Some way up the main road one lovely passageway was looking favourite.  The hare even marked it.  But we were called back again as it was about to get very muddy and the hare knew some of the hounds might revolt.  Has that ever stopped him before?

After a detour through the cemetery we turned West and crossed the main road.  We passed a school on our left – but total confusion as it was the wrong one!  A left turn brought us past the school we wanted and we could smell the chip van, only to be sent off down a footpath to the left.  This led into the park.  At the bottom corner Wimpey and Gnome Alone took a short cut through the fence into the pub car park while the rest of the pack did what felt like 5 sides of a square to end up in the same place!

Hash Cash paid for the chips and first round of drinks. And the AGM commenced. 

A Cruel Joke was absent because he was watching the football, and the GM decided that Pressganger, Eric and Hutch just couldn’t be bothered.

All officers except for Hash Cash were happy to stand again and no-one else was dumb enough to put themselves forward. Or was it just that their mouths were still full of chips?  B’Cider had already spoken to Rubber Sole’s Buddy about taking over as Hash Cash as B’Cider is away in the Med most of the summer.  RSB was proposed by B’Cider and seconded by Gnome Alone.  So, one globe trotter has returned and taken over from our latest traveller.  Up to this evening Hash Cash stood at £1458.

Ringer proposed that the summer BBQ be held at his house this year and some of Hash Cash be used to pay for a minibus to transport the drunken revellers.  Wimpey and Lemony booked a space on his drive for their campervan.

Then CS came up with a Putinesk decree – that one hasher can be re-named at each AGM.  This year Rocket Ronnie had been chosen.  Because of her antics the previous week (yes, you will have to read that trash too!) she would now be known as Hot Lips.

We then moved to the usual business.  Ringer awarded the Down Down vests to Dingaling as he didn’t feel “I work on a Sunday” a good excuse for not having been for so long and to Big Stiffy for being a Front Running B*st*rd.

CS then said he couldn’t think of anyone he’d rather see in the Green Shorts than Hot Lips Houlihan! 


Hare:  CS

Hounds: Rubber Sole’s Buddy, Northern Soul, Wimpey, Lemony Snickett, Big Stiffy, Rocket Ronnie, Rubber Sole, B’Cider, Ringer, Dingaling, Billy Whizz, Wee Joker, Cabouse, Twitcher, Scribbler, Qwerty, Gnome Alone and Zorro

Date: 8 April 2014

Distance: 3.6 Miles