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R*n 20 location

R*n 20 started from lay-by on south carriageway of A6, Beetham and the On Inn was Kings Arms, Hale.

Who ran 20? - data up to & including this r*n

Hash HandleHareHoundTotal
Lurch - Hare31417
Morticia - Hare3912
Atomic Caton011
Bubbles61117
Cousin It134
Forever Blowing41418
Hash Drunk51318
No More Cum31114
Pick Me Up41216
Pudsley189
Slackbladder41014
The Confessor2810
The Judge1910
Wednesday21214

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Sunday 11th November 2001 at 11:00am

DaytimeR*n 20 »

Beetham

Half a dozen or so cars squeezed into the tiny layby on the busy A6 next to Beetham for the 20th run.  For the first time that Lurch as Hare set a run, the weather was kind (hallelujah).  This being the first run of the new committee following the AGPU, the new GM Hash Drunk formed the circle to welcome hashers new and old (ok not so much of the old).  The Accused's absence was noted by all and the reason for non-attendance, ie. couldn't be woken up  (a down down is ordered in advance for your next run, the Accused).  Lurch the Hare got us quickly switched on by announcing that the run was quite short (well some of us).

The group set off in the direction of Beetham and quickly got off the main road into the countryside (this was a first to get out in to newly opened paths, fields and forest since FMD).  It felt wonderful - well until we started going uphill then we quickly started to spread out as the rambo's ran off into the distance leaving the knitting circle at the back, as usual.  Even the virgin hasher Helen (yet to be baptised) found the pace a wee bit too slow with the usual end-trailers.

The trail took us through woods and eventually close to the Fairy Steps.  I say close, because those of you who made it to the run will know that not all of us managed to follow the trail and actually get to the Fairy Steps, due a slightly dodgy marked trail (or that's our story!).  Allegedly a nice hasher gave a potted history of these wonderful steps to the gathered group, followed shortly after by a "Beer" stop.  This time not serving freshly cut oranges, but just to warm us all on this autumnal day - Hot Chocolate and Coffee served with a little totty of Scotch Whisky. (Thanks to Hare Lurch and Non-Hare Morticia, and Bubbles for the dram).

The trail then led us to some rather slippery limestones.  We dodged our way across them, trying to admire the view behind us (unfortunately I think we all needed to be as tall as Lurch to appreciate it fully!).

The pack still being split at the point, suddenly made a miraculous meeting as the knitting circle now at the front of the pack, were cursing why the check hadn't been crossed out!  Suddenly the horn could be heard and the hashers came galloping up behind us.  We all assembled not quite realising what we'd done (we'd never have managed this if we'd tried), only to realise we'd lost The Judge and our virgin Hasher.  After a bit of debate about whether someone should go and find them, Slackbladder gallantly ran off in the direction we'd all come, only to be shouted back as they came running towards the pack from the opposite direction!!  A novel trail, I'd say.  When asked where they'd been, the reply from the two harriets was "We've been bonding".   Say no more.

We all set off together, Slackbladder very happy that he had his flock together once more, to find the on-inn not far past the next field.

The circle was formed once more at the now, familiar layby and down downs were awarded by No More Cum, our newly appointed RA, to:-

  • No More Cum For failing to return home safely after the AGPU, and being laid up since then, but managing to make it to the run
  • Lurch For failing to turn up wearing Hash Haberdash (obviously he didn't have a special drawer to keep his special t-shirt in - drawerless!)  
  • Virgin Hasher/  For being a virgin hasher and
  • Pick me up  for introducing her
  • Lurch/Morticia  Lurch for being Hare, and Morticia for being non-Hare!
  • Edward the Confessor For jangling loose bits in his trouser pockets
  • Slackbladder  For allowing Edward's loose bits to bother him!

The party then retreated to the nearby hostelry, the Kings Arms where further beer was enjoyed.

Pick Me Up

Write up by Pick Me Up

17th November 2001 at 5:53am