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R*n 339 started from the On Inn - Derby Arms, Inskip.

Who ran 339? - data up to & including this r*n

Hash HandleHareHoundTotal
Bitter - Hare21110131
Twisted - Hare21116137
Baldbrick16164180
Lurch36183219
Off His Trolley13106119
Sir Tom Tom84149
Upperskirt18210228
White Noise1198109

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On Inn - Derby Arms, Inskip

Image of Derby Arms, Inskip

This was our 1st visit to this On Inn.

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Sunday 25th April 2010 at 11:00am

DaytimeR*n 339 »

Inskip

Decisions, decisions. LVH3 hash or London Marathon? Antiseptic opted for the latter; I even offered to delay the start of the hash by a couple of hours to enable her to fit them both in - an offer she politely declined. I used to get through loads of marathons in my youth, but that was a long time ago; after they changed the name to "Snickers" they just didn't seem the same somehow. So, hash it was then!

On arriving at the On Inn with my intrepid buddies Baldbrick, Upperskirt, White Noise, and Off His Trolley, it soon became apparent that most of our membership were pounding the pavements of London (either that or having a lie in, the lazy buggers)! Fortunately, we were joined by Superdrug, Sir Lostalot, Tea Bag and Tea Lady from the Wirral & Chester H3, so all was not lost. Lurch (minus Morticia, presumably nursing a hangover) turned up at his usual tardy hour, so we just made it to double figures.

Hares Bitter and Twisted tried to scare everyone away with a Jammie Dodger, but we weren't falling for that one; that trick may have worked against the Daleks in WW2, but we are made of sterner stuff! So, off we eventually trotted in search of the white stuff. And we found it, as the trail took us through a varied mix of fields, fields, fields and fields. Some were smelly and others were, well, smelly. Nice rubbish tip, though.

We were treated to two beer stops, at one of which we almost lost White Noise, who stood in the middle of the road convinced that an oncoming car was in fact a helicopter and therefore posed no risk to life or limb (she must have been sniffing the flour again); she was eventually wrestled to the ground and survived.

Back to the On Inn (The Derby Arms), and down-downs for the hares, the visitors (thanks for coming folks, hope to see you again), White Noise for hallucinating (see above), and Twisted again for swearing like a stormtrooper when we missed an arrow and risked falling behind her rigid schedule; she may have had a point though, as we were almost 35 seconds late getting back. Good, copious, well-priced food followed; I could give the official rating for the chips, but I wouldn't want anyone thinking I was a statistically obsessed anorak.

Then, to round off the day, coffee chez Bitter & Twisted. Now, I thought they lived at Sowerby - I didn't realise they owned Sowerby. Palatial is not the word; that house is so big that the toilet alone qualifies for Band D Council Tax! I almost got lost in the garden, but fortunately after tapping their postcode into my trusty satnav I was soon able to find my way back to the main door.

Thankyou hares for an enjoyable day. Not many mountains, but some interesting smells. Now, back in the helicopter everyone and home we go.....

Sir Tom Tom

Write up by Sir Tom Tom

26th April 2010 at 5:37am