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R*n 278 location

R*n 278 started from Village Green, Priest Hutton and the On Inn was Longlands Hotel, Tewitfield.

Who ran 278? - data up to & including this r*n

Hash HandleHareHoundTotal
Cum Yak Yak - Hare57681
No More Cum - Hare18102120
Baldbrick13123136
Bedside Manner64349
Bitter157893
Feels on Wheels96574
Full Member42832
Highway88997
Lurch31151182
Master Baker87482
Morticia26138164
Thunder Dick74653
Twisted158297
Upperskirt15155170
Wednesday46872

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On Inn - Longlands Hotel, Tewitfield

Image of Longlands Hotel, Tewitfield

This was our 6th visit. We also visited on...

With nooks and crannies, old beams and a bit of an uneven floor, our bar is typical of an old-fashioned country pub where villagers meet to relax and welcome visitors to this lovely corner of the English countryside. Our wide range of hand pulled ales will capture the imagination of anyone who loves real ale, for others we have a selection of lagers, bitters, and unusual spirits.

www.longlandshotel.co.uk

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Sunday 12th October 2008 at 11:00am

DaytimeR*n 278 »

Priest Hutton

Priest Hutton: a triangle of grass surrounded by narrow roads and picture post card stone houses. Déjà vu was the theme of the run. We were here on 13th April, 6 months ago less a day. No More Cum had set off at about 7 o’clock in the morning and spent several hours setting the run – enuf said, and not even slowed down by Cum Yak Yak. Hash Mismanagement had thoughtfully purchased a pair of boxing gloves as a present to No More Cum for any future contretemps with mad dog owners.

We set off along familiar looking paths, except last time we were going anti-clockwise and this time we were going clockwise. Several muddy fields followed and a check. ThunderDick was in confident mood, believing his local knowledge to be both unsurpassed and complete. “No its not up there” he thundered, but hashers should check and so I went ever deeper into mud along a hedged muddy lane. “On-One” I shouted, “On-On” the Hashers heard and followed me up the wrong way. On the positive side, it allowed me to get nearer to the head of the pack.

Eventually arriving at a road, an arrow pointed us in a new direction so that Déjà vu went away for a while. We pounded down the road to a check at a crossroads. Off the hares went, back they came. No good. Off again. Coming to a fork: “No its not that way. That’s a private drive.” says our local expert, ThunderDick. Back again, déjà vu feeling returns. Eventually the private drive proves to be the marked trail, but by then we’ve cut a corner by taking the road. Too much local knowledge is a bad thing. Possibly the longest check ever.

We crossed the corner of Hutton Roof to the quarry where No More Cum had set up the Beer Stop. Time passed and there was no sign of Upper Skirt and Master Baker. Eventually we gave up and headed along the road to a track not twenty yards from an earlier part of the run and what’s more back on the 13th April run in reverse. Suspicions grew that some serious short-cutting had happened by accident.

We dropped down into the valley of the Keer. Followed the road and then headed up through a horsey farm to be greeted by a transgenic cross between a St Bernard, a black bear (for colour) and a grizzly bear (for size). Full Member attempted to seduce it, being a dog lover, but its amorousness was reserved for one of our lady members, for the sake of whose blushes, shall remain anonymous. Fortunately it was called away by its owners and ambled off, before any damage was done, possibly to eat its daily cow. (That was a real life shaggy dog story, brought to you by Lurch.)

Anyway when we got back, the missing members were duly waiting for us and meantime No More Cum had got to go in search of Cum Yak Yak so we all dispersed without normal ceremonies, but not before Highway was spotted safe and sound bringing up the rear by a conspicuous margin.

Write up by an unknown scribe

18th October 2008 at 5:53am