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R*n 333 started from the On Inn - Whoop Hall, Kirkby Lonsdale.

Who ran 333? - data up to & including this r*n

Hash HandleHareHoundTotal
Antiseptic - Hare35146181
Cyberseptic - Hare40134174
Feels on Wheels168096
Forever Blowing34193227
Major Twit12115127
Minor Twat13101114
Simple (Visitor)044
Sir Tom Tom73643

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On Inn - Whoop Hall, Kirkby Lonsdale

Image of Whoop Hall, Kirkby Lonsdale

This was our 1st visit to this On Inn.


Sunday 14th February 2010 at 10:45am

DaytimeR*n 333 »

Burrow - Lovers' R*n

It had been some time since I last ran with LVH3 so I set off in good time to meet up again with old acquaintances. I parked up at the front of The Whoop Hall in ample time and waited for the hashers to arrive. At 10:59 it was looking like I'd either got the date wrong, time wrong or the average turnout for the hash was very sparse. Then I thought - "I wonder if there's a car park round the back of the pub?" Sure enough, there everyone was! I can usually spot a hash car miles off but LVH3 seem to arrive in disguise and had driven past me unnoticed.

In the circle, we were promised lots of goodies in the tunnel of lurve and told to use our eagle eyes to find the bootie.

We set off from the car park across country and soon found the first Wimps/Rambo split. I was wimping today as I had a dodgy back. The pack was soon reunited and, after two tricky checks, the second one in Cowan Bridge was eventually solved and soon the tunnel of lurve loomed ahead, disguised as a railway bridge complete with agricultural detritus. The promised goodies were disguised too - as a couple of tubes of sweets with sloshy messages on. On we ran re-energised continuing on a pleasant path by Leck Beck, past the church and on to the beer stop.

Once refreshed, I joined the Rambo choice, which after a 15 minute loop, returned to the beer car for further bribery from the hares. The Wimp option had been to stay at the car.

On the approach to The Whoop Hall, all the male hashers started slowing up, suddenly needing to adjust shoe laces or some other pathetic excuse. What was going on? Ah! Twisted was lurking by the kissing gate and, being Valentine's day, was not going to move on until she had her man. I ignored all the warnings and carried on. Once pecked, Twisted unblocked the gate and we returned to the Inn.

Antiseptic and Cyberseptic were duly thanked for the two beer stops, goodies in the tunnel of lurve and the pack adjourned to the pub where bargain deals for two and three courses were duly served up.


Write up by Simple

1st September 2012 at 5:19am