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R*n 554 location

R*n 554 started from Meal Bank Bridge, Wray and the On Inn was George & Dragon, Wray.

Who ran 554? - data up to & including this r*n

Hash HandleHareHoundTotal
Sir Tom Tom - Hare36190226
Forever Blowing54286340
Minor Twat20161181

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Saturday 29th August 2015 at 4:00pm

Full MoonR*n 554 »


Hindburn Bridge in Wray. Never could remember it from Wray Bridge, also in Wray.The Ordnance Survey, normally reliable in such matters, identified the one that was not Wray Bridge as Meal Bank Bridge.The sort of conservatism displayed by the venerable Ordnance Survey that attaches a name that has not been used in a century, or at least since the old bridge was washed away, is not suited to a modern age, I meditated as I drew towards the car-park.

We’d guessed rightly though, Morticia and I, and swung past our hashers to park.I’d swear we were on time, but the pack had other thoughts that were evident from their glances and rumblings.Lamely, I embarked on what might have been a lengthy excuse.

“I was raking the couch grass from between Morticia’s petunias, when I happened to come up for air and glanced at my watch.” I began, intent on explaining that it was easy to lose track of time at such moments .

It was not be: Minor Twot cut me short:“Well I was trimming Twit’s bush too.” We pondered whether Twit had just one bush, but the conversation moved on because whilst we had Forever Blowing in the circle,Forever Blowings’ Bubbles was missing and it seems that he’d been over-doing things in Forever Blowing’s garden and was resting on his laurel, though I would have thought that would not be good either for the laurel or Bubbles posterior.

Well, I mused, if hash was as competitive as gardening activities we’d get around the run a lot faster. Our Lune Valley Hash started off trying to be a small anarchist community, but people wouldn't obey the rules. Unlike gardening though our hashers rarely disobey the rules merely to get ahead of one another.

As it happens, whilst you hear from time to time about someone sabotaging flower arrangements, someone pinching your prize marrows or artichokes, it always seems to be somebody else it happens to, not someone you know directly.So it wasa most surprising revelation, that Tom Tom has become a victim of the theft not of his flowers, but of his flour. He’d laid his flour the previous day (he claimed anyway), and returned somewhat flabbergasted that it had all gone untraceably away.

You, dear reader, may scoff, that the removal without trace of the mountains of flour normally left by Tom Tom would require earth moving equipment more commonly seen on the new Heysham link road than on the quiet backwaters of Wray, but unless the thief were using one of those large mechanical street cleaners with big rotating brushes,surely some particles should have escaped and remain visible.I have visions even now of someone eating cakes at the tea rooms at Wray Bridge made from Tom Tom’s flour, with the owner quietly rubbing his hands in anticipation of the next hash in Wray.

The Septics made something of a guest appearance, with a part at the beginning and a part at the end, but it was good to see them.

Baldbrick has nothing much to say on the subject of gardening, but we could still see his horn glinting in the distance, as we ran or walked around(I am indebted to No More Cum, for this observation on a different hash, but once you have such a thing pointed out it is never forgotten).

On On.


Write up by Lurch

9th September 2015 at 10:19pm