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R*n 504 started from the On Inn - The Stan Laurel, Ulverston.

Who ran 504? - data up to & including this r*n

Hash HandleHareHoundTotal
Dormouse - Hare15127142
Speedbump - Hare15117132
B J (Visitor)011
Ever Ready (Visitor)011
Flossy (Visitor)011
Forever Blowing45265310
Hoggy (Visitor)011
Off His Trolley23184207
Sir Tom Tom30165195
White Noise19169188

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On Inn - The Stan Laurel, Ulverston

This was our 1st visit to this On Inn.


Sunday 8th June 2014 at 11:00am

DaytimeR*n 504 »

Ulverston - Laurel & Hardy hash

R*n 504: That’s another fine r*n you’ve gotten me into, Stanley!

504. Remember that number, people. You won’t find it on any t-shirt, as it’s divisible by 2,3,4,6,7,8,9 and virtually any other number you might care to name, nor is it a blue-mooner and thus eligible for rugby shirt inclusion. Believe me, though, this r*n was a latter-day classic, which people will talk of for centuries, nay millennia to come, and which will eventually spawn its own t-shirt, commemorative mug, TV series, movie spin-off with all the sequels, and much more besides. If you weren’t there, be prepared for some tricky questions in years to come, when your great-grandchildren ask where YOU were and what YOU were doing on the day r*n 504 took place.

It all started so badly too. As we had a few visitors from Yorkshire H3, I decided to ask everyone to introduce themselves at the opening circle. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but was ultimately doomed to failure, depending as it did on those present actually remembering their names. Get a grip, Sid, and well spotted, White Noise.

This act of collective dementia having been completed, hares Speedbump and Dormouse (or is it Dormouse and Speedbump?) sent us on our way. We were a motley looking bunch, with some of our number dressed as either Stan Laurel or Oliver Hardy or, judging by the size of Off His Trolley’s fake (or was it?) paunch, Oliver Hardy hiding Stan Laurel in his belly. The reason for this unusual attire? Apparently Stan was born in Ulverston. Early on the trail, we were loitering rather noisily outside the house in which he was born and, judging from the annoyed-looking faces peering round drawn curtains, I was sure that the police were about to be called. However, having spotted the fancy dress, a little old lady appeared at the door to show us her souvenir photos!

We had been warned that the beer stop would be towards the end of the r*n, but we did pause mid-trail for a group photo. Having gone to great pains to persuade a random passer-by to do the honours, so we could all be included, we subsequently found that Highway had gone missing, presumably to see a homo sapiens about a canine quadruped. At this point the hares, together with our visitors, made a somewhat suspicious disappearance, the reason for which was soon to be revealed.

The beer stop was in a house in Ulverston, where we consumed copious amounts of crisps, nuts and some excellent local beers, after which we were ushered outdoors to be regaled with a mini cabaret featuring YH3 guests Hoggie and EverReady as Laurel and Hardy, with musical accompaniment from an upstairs window. Luckily, we were able to vacate the premises before the householders got back and realised we had ransacked their home, eaten all their food and drunk all their beer.

It was, thankfully, only a short walk from the house (which it later transpired belonged to S & D, which perhaps explains why I couldn’t see any jemmy marks on the door frames) to the on inn. En route, we bumped into a group of well-dressed people emerging from some function or other, one of whom was the lady mayor complete with chain of office. Another photo opportunity, including aforementioned dignitary and a WPC, and then it was off for the closing circle, at which Off His Trolley scooped the award for Best-What-Adolf-Hitler-Would-Look-Like-Now-If-He-Were-Still-Alive-Category.

Thanks to hares Speedbump and Dormouse, and our YH3 guests, for one of our more memorable outings. Flanagan and Allen, perhaps, next year? Best make it winter, though – the fur coat could be a bit uncomfy in a heatwave!

On on!

Sir Tom Tom

Well, that's another fine mess our stand in GM got us in to, not appointing a scribe!

So, as I'm here...

A fantastic day, on the trail of the lonesome pine,accompanied by the reincarnation of Laurel and Hardy (aka Hoggy and Ever Ready).

We enjoyed a hike up to the monument (Hoad hill?), entertained by our guests at a well stocked 'beer stop' at our host's home (Speedbump and Dormouse), treated to a singalong outside the town hall, where the Mayoress and her minions joined us for photos, then a police officer appeared (brilliant timing) and was accosted for a picture, too!

Good food in the Stan Laurel Inn, thanks guys, and especially for not letting it rain on your r*n!

On On



Write up by Upperskirt

10th June 2014 at 1:28pm