Run No. 187, 21st July 2010.
WHERE: The Rudgleigh, Easton in Gordano.
HARE: Backchat, Hairnet & Inchworm.
WHO: The Hares, plus Brigadoon, Cinders, Clem, Duracell (Bogs one), Flour Power, Jo, Kerb Crawler, Lime Cordial (looking splendid in Lime), Paella (marvelling at the warmth of England after Ethiopia), Rebore, Rewind, Shandy (Pip), Sue-from-TAC, Supremo (Jeremy), Tumbling Ted, Turbo (fastest on earth) and Walky Talky - wot no stats this week WT :-(
RUN REPORT: All were disappointed that Bag Lady derelicted her duties and didn't write us up after the hash. Clem, with over 300 runs to his name with Bristol HHH, showed disappointment at experiencing no famed Deep Throat-style warm-up that sometimes takes almost as long as the hash itself.
In fact Bag Lady, Coppertone, Deep Throat and others never turned up - consequently this by guest Scribe, REWIND.
We all had a good time. The stars of the show, Backchat and Inchworm, put on a splendid trail with fresh carrot and Bombay mix at the beerstop and no fish-hooks. Hair Net and Pushup went past the viewpoint and at least two talkers missed an arrow. The sky filled with sunshine and stormy grey/black simultaneously, but we stayed dry from above. Pork Scratchings missed a super double-headbanger hazard opportunity.
CIRCLE: Afterwards several were held to account. Examples were for; a) being with Bogs for the first time (Clem and Sue - a runner from TAC); b) singing The Hills Are Alive With the Sound of Music on the hash (Tumbling Ted was found guilty); c) Brigadoon for being Brigadoon or something, and; d) taking the walkers' route (Turbo and Clem again).
ON ON ON: Finally all thanks to the Rudgleigh staff - great sandwiches, chips and drink (e.g. Sharp's Doom Bar and Bath Ales' Gem) and could they please return Clem and Rebore ready for the next HHH happening.
Run No. 186, 14th July 2010.
WHERE: The Miner’s Rest, Long Ashton.
HARE: Deep Throat.
WHO: 23 Hashers and 1 hound.
RUN REPORT:
It all started with confusion when Coppertone and Call Girl ran down a lane which turned out to be the route for the On In. After that it all settled down to a pleasant route on to the golf course, through woodlands and the usual excellent hashing territory we take for granted in North Somerset. Delightful weather, warm, no rain.
CIRCLE:
With apologies to all who were called front and centre (and especially our virgin hasher) because I’ve lost my notes and have no idea who you were. You really can’t get the staff nowadays, can you?
ON ON ON:
Lots of sandwiches on chunky but soft bread which went down a treat – no wonder we keep coming back.
Run No. 185, 7th July 2010.
WHERE: The Sawyer’s Arms, Nailsea.
HARES: Kerb Crawler & Walky Talky.
WHO: 18 Hashers and, would you believe it, no hounds – is this a first?
RUN REPORT:
While the rain threatened to come, it turned out to be a perfect evening ending at 2 minutes to 9 – excellent timing, hares! The trail led around the north side of Nailsea and over by Wraxall but I can’t tell you much more other than it was very pleasant.
CIRCLE:
The circle took place at the Beer Stop, a fact that had not been relayed to Hash Scribe in advance and who therefore arrived without the necessary equipment (which to this point had been a notebook and pen but an iPad would also suffice – hint). DT, on the other hand, was well-prepared and scribbled furiously while crimes were brought to the RA’s attention. This is wot he rote: SCBs: DT, Rewind; Sitting: Brigadoon, Whopper, BL; Superman: DT (but we knew that, didn’t we?); Hab (or could it be Hal suggesting Artificial Intelligence?): Jo; Crapicide (look, don’t blame me, I’m only telling you what’s on the paper): Eager Beaver.
ON ON ON:
Lots of sandwiches which I recall devouring with enthusiasm not having had a proper lunch. Should we appoint a sub-committee to review food offerings?
Run No. 184, 30th June 2010.
WHERE: The Full Quart, Hewish.
HARES: Brigadoon came as Superman, Turbo came as himself and assistant hare Carol(e?) came laden down with emergency water and flour.
WHO: 23 plus 2 hounds.
RUN REPORT (written by guest scribe, Call Girl):
The run started well once over the busy A370, fields of grass and newly mown hay, no hills, plenty of style for the ladies, to get their leg over and bridges galore, there was, a view from the bridge, whilst queuing, a bridge too far, which was really a hedge and an abridged version for the walkers avoiding potential shiggy. Farmer Giles was recruited along the way for future hashes, Pushover showed his natural skills by pushing up and over a very high stile, wildlife on view included pigs and llamas. The hares scored a record 3 beer stops, as Brigadoon hadn't packed his car keys in his tights, (no room, none that was visible anyway) so he couldn't get in his van, valiantly trying two more times before finally catching up just before the on in. The hash then sped through a speed trap up the last bit to the on in.
CIRCLE:
Flour Power was awarded a centurion, Pushover was awarded 25 hashes and took it like a man, virgin Andy was welcomed, Pushup did some impromptu pushups, Pippa was named Shandy and David was named Eager Beaver.
ON ON ON:
Lots of sandwiches at the Full Quart and crisps, some left over! Useful for packed lunches the next day for some.
Run No. 183 Saturday, 26th June 2010.
WHERE: Newton House, Clevedon.
HARE: DT & Happy Hooker.
RUN REPORT:
23 Hashers and two hash dogs lined up, on a warm sunny afternoon, for a
shady tour of the woods of Clevedon. Plenty of up and down, including a
couple of interesting steep bits on a scree of dry leaves.
Amazingly, no-one got permanently lost and we all returned to Newton
House in time for the barbecue, gallantly made ready by self-sacrificing
hashers Swallow, Backchat and Pat Kooiman.
CIRCLE:
Hares DT and Happy Hooker were duly honoured, followed by hash virgin Theo Carpenter.
Hash names were awarded to Tabitha Roxburgh (Skid Mark) and George
Carpenter (Bottle It).
ON-ON: A leisurely barbecue in the garden, with lots to eat and enough to
drink and shady trees to sit under, while the young-uns and the dogs
leaped around being energetic.
Run No. 182, 23rd June 2010.
WHERE: The Ship, Redcliffe Bay.
HARE: Coppertone.
WHO: Rumour has it we were 23 in number plus hounds.
RUN REPORT:
Last week’s scenery seemed hard to beat but Coppertone came up trumps once again with great views on an undulating trail through woodlands, pastureland and – er – military hardware including tanks and sandbagged foxholes with gun lookouts. You never know quite where you’ll end up on a hash, do you, but it’s never dull. Believing that if some is good, more is better, Coppertone made sure that the trail took a full 2 hours to get round and, luckily for him, the weather was glorious so no-one seemed to mind except Flour Power who was already worn out before she started having tried to tame a wild horse – but that’s another story. Coppertone saw four deer while setting the trail but he didn’t mention the cows that corralled us into a corner overlooking the quarry after the Beer Stop. In the style of the suffragettes, Deep Throat hurled himself into their midst causing them to scatter (well, wouldn’t you do the same if DT hurled himself into your midst?).
CIRCLE:
Hare Coppertone had also been hurling himself around, in his case down a hillside resulting in blood injuries to his forehead but was soon sorted out by the administering of beer during his Down Down (down his throat rather than topically applied to the wound – wouldn’t want to waste any). Virgin Louise introduced herself as coming from North Yorkshire via Clevedon and was made to come by Carol (this may have been Call Girl, not sure) - she was welcomed in the traditional way. Returnees Carol (a different one) and Flasher came back to say hello. Flasher is a bit of a magician – we must try and persuade him to show us some of his skills in the pub next time. Coppertone was then joined by George, Joe and DT – all walking wounded; I don’t think we’ve ever had so many – what were you all up to? And finally, it’s farewell to Picasso – we knew she’d only be with us for a while but as a long-term hasher we enjoyed her company and wish her all the best. ON ON Picasso!
ON ON ON:
The Ship can appear austere in daylight but with all of us crowded in, it didn’t look too bad as all. And the sandwiches! All on brown bread, there were 6 plates and 5 choices with the vegetarian options kept behind the bar initially so that the veggies got first dibs when they were brought out – smart. Probably the best spread we’ve had for a while.
Run No. 181, 16th June 2010.
WHERE: The Old Inn, Hutton.
HARES: Turbo and Brigadoon, who dresses to kill and came as action man. Like it!
WHO: 31 hashers and 1 hash hound - but many regulars absent without a note.
RUN REPORT (written by Call girl):
The hash started off from the Old Inn car park, which most navigated wrongly, coming in the exit and annoying the landlord by rolling barrels out of the way. A 1-in-1 hill out of the main road took everyone up to the top of Hutton Hill, where a lengthy regroup took place, some sang, some wheezed, although a monkjack was seen skipping up the slope without any bother. Further along, some of the walkers lost themselves, although Walkie Talkie claimed to have walked and run the same bit three times; early signs of dementia there then.
Beautiful scenery throughout and several view points were carefully included by the hares, and the beer stop was a triumph, view, wildflowers, seats, sunshine, seclusion etc.
CIRCLE (also by Call girl):
Back at the pub down downs were a long affair, the hares thanked, virgin Jo welcomed, hash birthdays celebrated, Rewind 150,000, Harenet, Tumbling Ted and Whopper only a few in comparison.
ON ON ON (also by Call girl):
The Old Inn is a large pub, and we were able to disappear into a side area away from the big screen showing silly men running around trying to find a ball. Swallow let it be known she is now 37, so many happy returns to you! Sandwiches were interesting, big and full, perhaps a few more would have been nice, no chips, just crisps.
Run No. 180, 9th June 2010.
WHERE: The Salthouse, Clevedon.
HARES: DT & Happy Hooker.
WHO: 33 hashers and 2 hash hounds (this is a new BOGS record!)
RUN REPORT by this month's scribe, Duracell:
A great scenic run planned by the hare to make the most of the sunset. The Hashers were sent off on a loop around Salthouse Fields and then up into the trees. After a windswept turn back it was 'On On' over playing fields to a Sweet Stop. The route followed the river before hitting the 'semi road'. Plenty of turn-backs were included. Although avoidance tactics were tried (Pork Scratching was spotted adopting a zigzag running pattern) and outright refusal (Picasso claimed to be a revolting fishhook) they couldn't be missed! Cinderella even threw Picasso over his shoulder and ran her back to emphasise the point! As the Hashers continued along the coast to the Beer Stop and On In, Rewind and Cinderella gallantly ran back for latecomer Sally. Not finding the Sally they went for they returned with another one!
CIRCLE:
Back at the pub DT set about proceedings to prepare for the Circle only to find that everyone else had headed straight for the bar and were settled comfortably around a table laid with tomato ketchup and mayonnaise waiting for the sandwiches to be delivered. Making the wise decision that "if you can't beat 'em, join 'em", our Grand Master did likewise and after one drink he'd forgotten all about having a Circle. There was one virgin hasher, David, so despite DT failing in his duty to welcome you to the hash, David, I will do so here and now. Hope you enjoyed yourself and no doubt DT will give you the traditional welcome next time you come along.
ON ON ON:
The Salthouse is a big pub and could easily accommodate all 33 of us. The sandwiches were all made with white bread (we do like a bit of brown sometimes) with a choice of cheese and pickle or ham and were delivered along with 4 bowls of chips which seemed to satisfy those who were partaking of the victuals.
Run No. 179, 2nd June 2010.
WHERE: The Old Inn, Clevedon.
HARE: DT.
WHO: 24 hashers and 2 hash hounds.
RUN REPORT:
Hashing from The Old Inn invariably means a chance to pop into the woods behind Clevedon Court to see how they’re changing with the seasons. Turning right from the pub and right again at the church took us straight inside where various turn-backs, fish-hooks and false trails made sure we had a good chance to explore the area well. A couple of regroups kept the pack more-or-less together, eventually crossing the motorway just past Norton’s Wood and returning on the south side of the motorway on virgin trails following the Land Yeo.
CIRCLE:
After hare DT had taken his down down, 3 Hash Virgins came forward to introduce themselves. First up was Just Geoff-with-a-gee from Wrington who told us that the one over there made him come. Next up was David who claimed to be from the local areal but I don’t believe him because he didn’t pronounce the “L” at the end of areal. Then we met Sue who admitted being married to Geoff-with-a-gee and had only herself to blame for being here. Duracell was recognised as a Returnee even though she was here 2 weeks ago; she took her down down with Picasso who “missed” a fish-hook. Brigadoon and Turbo’s haring last week had gone unrecognised (because everyone headed straight for the beer and sarnies so there was no circle) - that was rectified today. Call Girl lost her shirt last week (what did your mother tell you about gambling?) but had to take another down down for wearing a hat in the circle. Ignorance of the law is no excuse. Cinderella was up for “driving on the hash”; his cries of “it was only the last bit” didn’t wash so a down down it was, followed by a shed load of SCBs* – Pip, Rewind, Coppertone, Big Stick, Lime Cordial and Happy Hooker.
ON ON ON:
We can always rely on good grub at The Old Inn and there waiting for us were a couple of plates of sandwiches, a big bowl of crisps and a big tray of tasty potato wedges. Before long a big bowl of chips appeared as well – all good stuff. The chef tells me that he’s trying to open another pub in Clevedon and may well be off to pastures new. If so, let’s hope the après Hash grub here maintains its fine tradition – tasty, varied and enough of it. Alternatively, we could follow him to his new place. Watch this space.
Run No. 178, 26th May 2010.
WHERE: The Queens Arms, Bleadon.
HARES: Turbo & Brigadoon.
WHO: Quite a lot.
RUN REPORT:
New territory is always good and this varied and interesting route did the hares proud. Hardly out from the pub, there was a turnback and later on the trail there were a couple of fish-hooks returning 13 to the back of the pack. The highlight of the route was a bridge over troubled waters. Well not so much a bridge as a plank of wood suspended at one end on dry land with the other end in the water. Those who had connected brain cells found another way around (this included some virgins) while the rest of us ended up with wet feet. There was a fair amount of abuse hurled at the hares and an attempt to hide Brigadoon's boots as retribution, but we all ended up happy bunnies especially as the rain held off until we were safely back in the pub.
CIRCLE:
See below...
ON ON ON:
Returning to the pub at 9.35pm, everyone dived inside, drinks were ordered and the ready-and-waiting sandwiches were quickly devoured without a second thought given to having a Hash Circle. Consequently, I didn’t get the names of the Hash Virgins but you are welcomed nevertheless. Sandwiches consisted of white bread with tuna and brown bread with cheese and pickles – nice enough if unimaginative.
THE WILD GARLIC RUN.
Run No. 177, 19th May 2010.
WHERE: The Star, Tickenham.
HARES: Pork Scratchings, Brigadoon & Turbo.
WHO: 27 hashers and 1 hash hound.
RUN REPORT from this week's guest scribe, Pip:
Gathering at The Star for what was the sunniest hash of the year so far our eager hash crew set off on an uphill course, first through fields of rather bemused cows, then on into the woods. Greeted by the unmistakable smell of garlic and surrounded by bluebells the dauntless hash charged on. First a rocky path which ended in a longish turn-back, then some confusion as we push on up what may or may not have been a path up the hill. A (rather steep) path was found and all regrouped at the top: a chance for a well-earned rest and an opportunity to almost get run over by a horse. On again to another pause where we stopped to eat worms, and onwards on a welcome downhill course. At some point during the next section the walkers snuck off, and were later found lounging under a tree. The more hardy among us bravely continued under the motorway, and back up again, rejoining the walkers and finding the beer stop on the top of Cadbury Camp.
Abandoning the original beer stop after being seen off by some territorial cows, we decamped to the battlements to enjoy the view. The post-beer stop run started with a scarily steep hill tantalisingly near to the pub, but we crossed over the road and continued our journey. On through the rather flatter fields at the bottom and past the rather peculiarly named St Quiricus and Julietta church to the on-in back at our guiding Star.
I've also attached the map of the route. It's the walkers' route, so it's not all on there, but it might be interesting: Click HERE.
CIRCLE:
DT had clearly had his eye out for Hash Criminals. As soon as the hares had taken their down downs, he pulled a list from his back pocket and called the following up front and centre: the SCBs – himself and Swallow; for ignoring a fish-hook – Picasso (who’s been hashing since the mid-80s, I learned, and is staying in the area for a little while); for a sprint finish (surely not racing on the hash!) – Rebore; for running a fish-hook up hill – Walrus (with his go-faster swimming hat it's probably easier for him than most); for an attack of Alzheimer's – Inchworm; and lastly, Coppertone and Lime Cordial were reported for sitting down on the trail. Rebore was also celebrating 15 BOGS hashes so a chorus of "Hashy birthday to you" was his punishment.
By the power invested in him, our Grand Master, DT, declared that henceforth and ever more in hashing circles Sallie will be known as “Whopper” and Jeremy will be known as "Supremo". Fully fledged hashers now!
ON ON ON:
The Star usually feels somewhat sterile and devoid of atmosphere but with so many of us we seemed to bring the atmosphere with us, albeit we were still sitting around what look like cafeteria tables. The sandwiches were fine but there weren’t enough of them but that may have more to do with how many were ordered.
Run No.176 12th May 2010.
WHERE: Dundry.
HARES: DeepThroat and Swallow.
WHO: 20 assorted hashers and two hash hounds.
RUN REPORT: After several attempts at a Father Abraham warm up (DT turning up a little late from setting the beer stop) the hashers set off from the car park in the village of Dundry for a rural trail across fields and farm land towards Felton. Spectacular elevated views were experienced over the Barrow tanks supplying water to Bristol and the Chew Valley and lake to the Mendips opposite. Being in the flight path from Bristol Airport the aircraft were seen roaring in and out above, with thoughts of whether the absent Rewind had managed to fly on holiday to the South of France for his bargain 99p despite the volcanic ash cloud hanging over Europe. Uncharacteristically, early in the hash Walkie Talkie sprinted ahead and caught herself on a fishhook, but she still persisted happily to run. Passing vast fields of yellow oil seed rape the rain descended on the later part of the hash. The usual cows were encountered on the hash but they did not run (probably as it was raining) and some confused the hashers as to their sex having both udders and horns. A loose sheep on a lane ushered in the shepherding instinct of some hashers who managed to turn the lost sheep back in the right direction. Deep throat invented a new form of hashing after the beer stop directing hashers from his car, this included a route over a barbed wire fence. ON IN to the car park at Dundry the heavy rainfall prevented an outdoor Down Down and a cavalcade of cars took the hashers onto the hospitable Carpenters Tavern nearby.
CIRCLE: In the pub the circle congratulated DT and Swallow on a great rural but wet hash, then welcomed hash virgin Gary (Sandra's brother) and awarded down-downs to offenders Walrus, Walky Talky and others who shall be nameless. Pork Scratchings had achieved 25 hashes and Walrus and Carol 10 hashes. After due deliberation Sandra was awarded the hash name of Hair Net (or Hare Net?) and Carol the hash name of Call Girl.
The Carpenters Tavern is a friendly olde worlde pub of great character, but they only supplied a modest two trays of sandwiches and a few chips. The sandwiches were highly rated but too few in number for our hungry pack.
After the circle there was competition for sponsors between Brigadoon (a 30-mile charity walk) and Deep Throat (6 miles of a 140-mile charity run) but all was settled amicably.
THE BLUEBELL RUN
Run No. 175, 5th May 2010.
WHERE: Gordano Rugby Club, Portbury.
HARES: Coppertone & Poacher (aided and abetted by Bag Lady).
WHO: 30 hashers and 3 hash hounds.
Before setting off, this being the eve of a General Election, the hares wanted to make clear that the "blue" in bluebell did not imply endorsement for any particular party. To further press the point home, their hash shirts represented all 3 major parties being red, blue and yellow.
RUN REPORT:
Starting from Gordano Rugby Club there seemed to be two clear choices: either amble around the nearest field of bullocks in a dazed and confused manner or walk along the road to the next stile and wait for the cows/runners to come home. Then it was across the road and up into the springtime splendour of Priors Wood where, sadly, there wasn't a daffodil in sight, we threaded our way through a carpet of green and blue to a regroup at a wooden bridge over the stream. It was then up up up to a clearly marked trail along the edge of a fenced off field only to become a turn back which then took us along the other side of the field and I believe around the back of Noah's Ark. Awaiting us over the next stile was another field of rather feisty bullocks but to confuse our beefy playmates, we cunningly split into three groups and, as the bovine bothered one group, the others made progress across or around the field. We followed Charlton Drive past the very old Charlton House (some parts of which date back to Tudor times) now part of The Downs School but formerly part of the Tyntesfield Estate. Here to our delight, after a very dog unfriendly stile, was sighted the eagerly awaited beer stop. Onwards and downwards and another false trail and plenty of barbed wire skirting some more modern school buildings then round the edge of Priors Wood and back through the fields of sheep to Caswell Lane and the rugby club.
CIRCLE:
Until now Happy Hooker had kept his other half, Gill, locked up at home on hash nights, only allowing her to walk the trail each Thursday morning but the time had come to let her out and thus she became the sacrificial BOGS Virgin for the night. She seemed to enjoy herself so we may see her again. Inchworm has obviously been scouring the suburbs of Bristol and managed to convince Roger and Sue of Westbury-on-Trym that they, too, should come to a BOGS hash - welcome all of you. Rewind, Pip and Lime Cordial were up for some offence (not sure what) and the lost tribe of DT, Swallow and Bag Lady took a down down for straying. Walky talky, in her role as Hash Stats, told us that Brigadoon had 10 hashes to his name, Swallow had 50 and Back Chat a grand 75. The greatest honours were then awarded to Gavin and Tom as today they were named. Gavin, who has been seen wearing a swimming cap on the hash was named "Walrus" (swimming cap – egg head – egg man – Beatles song – Walrus – coo coo cachoo – you probably had to be there) and Tom, on account of the fact that he's always charging past us, was given the hash handle of "Turbo" – very apt.
ON ON ON:
This was the first time we'd used the Gordano Rugby Club and they opened specially for us providing a fine spread of sandwiches and proper chips (you know, made from potatoes, not reconstituted and pressed into shape). With plenty of parking and well-located for Priors Wood, this made a nice change to the Priory or the Black Horse, neither of which are able to supply sandwiches for us.
Run No. 174, 28th April 2010.
Emergency repairs following Happy Hooker's dive onto gravel to amuse the cows.
WHERE: The Bird in Hand, Long Ashton.
HARES: Walky Talky & Cinderella.
WHO: 24 hashers and 1 hash hound.
RUN REPORT:
Going west from the pub this was uncharted territory for your Hash Scribe. Looking at the map, we may well have spent some time in Ashton Hill Plantation, George Hill Plantation, Shipley Brake and Cook's Wood. The trail ended by descending Keeds Lane to the pub.
CIRCLE:
The hares were congratulated on managing to find some shiggy after one whole month of dry weather. A request for virgins produced one dog, Digger, who delegated the job of taking his down down to his personal servant. For lying down on the hash we saw Happy Hooker up front and centre displaying his blood-strewn leg (see photo), and for sitting down on trail Bag Lady, Coppertone and Swallow came forward along with a number of others whose names I couldn't take down as I was busy drinking. Deep Throat was caught missing a fish-hook and then he was in trouble again, along with Gavin for going AWOL. Returnee, Ann (without an "e") was welcomed back while Anne (with an "e") was awarded her hash handle for demonstrating a perfect press up during our warm-up routine. So, henceforth and evermore in hashing circles, Anne (with an "e") will be known as Pressup. Hash Stats, Walky Talky, noted that Coppertone had 75 BOGS hashes to his name and Tea Leaf announced that it would be his last hash for a while as he was off to London to seek his fortune.
ON ON ON:
We've been fed and watered a number of times at The Bird in Hand so I'm not sure what happened today with the sandwiches. They certainly looked nice and there seemed to be enough of them but somehow.... they didn't really taste of anything. Perhaps they had a new chef on duty. They all went so they couldn't have been too bad.
Run No. 173, 24th April 2010.
WHERE: The Old Farmhouse, Nailsea.
HARE: Duracell.
RUN REPORT by Hash Scribe-of-the-week, Happy Hooker:
Probably the final Saturday hash of the season for the Bogs with 14 hashers and a hot sunny day, great for getting a hash ON the trail sun tan.
14 Hashers: Hare Duracell plus DeepThroat, Swallow, Inchworm, Backchat, Brigadoon, Walkie Talkie, Cinders, Kerb Crawler, Flour Power, Happy Hooker, Rewind, Tom and guest hasher Picasso from the Surrey hash staying at Cheddar, plus two hot hash hounds Lucky and Pushover.
After a warm up of the Hokey Cokey led by DT the hashers set off in urban Nailsea. However, the Hare had set an interesting rural trail over fields towards Backwell.
Report on the route from the hare Duracell: The hash route was a scenic one with plenty of fields and sunshine! From The Farmhouse the hashers set out for Backwell Common and then wound their way to Nailsea and Backwell ponds. The beer stop was at Backwell Lake before a short On In to the pub.
Uncharacteristically, DT missed a Regroup mark (saying he was simply following Kerb Crawler who was calling on-on), taking the unsuspecting Picasso with him. The hare (putting her neck on the line?) had warned the hashers that the trail would take them over a railway, and over the main line they gaily hopped hoping no high speed trains were coming. Later, at a stile defended by 3 dogs, Swallow became caught on brambles and was nudged back over the stile by an over-friendly horse. On back to Backwell Lake for the picnic beer stop. This proved a well-needed watering hole for the hot hashers and hounds alike. A short but interesting on in to the Farmhouse followed, where DT was seen impersonating Arnold Swarznegger trying to push his car over. He was obviously worn out as he could not even push over the light Smart car.
CIRCLE: Duracell was congratulated on the rubbish (but really good) trail. Picasso was welcomed to Bogs. Offences included KC, DT and Picasso for going past a Regroup and some hashers sitting down on a bench at the Beer Stop.
AND FINALLY: Picasso impressively drove a left hand drive imported Jeep Wrangler 4x4 trying to compete with Rebore's Jeep for the poorest car MPG.
The Farmhouse aptly had a beer on tap called Hopping Hare and produced extremely good sandwiches. These were consumed outside in the beer garden under the umbrellas.
Run No. 172, 21st April 2010.
WHERE: The Ship Inn, Uphill.
HARES: Flour Power & Brigadoon.
WHO: 31 hashers and 2 hash hounds. (That's not a typo, btw, there were indeed 31 of us – another new record!)
RUN REPORT: The Up-Hill-and-Down-Dale Hash. From the pub we headed up and away, with the walkers going through the churchyard while the runners contoured around the hill, rejoining for a regroup at the tower on top where Flour Power had hidden some treasure (KitKats). Having gone up, the next part was down where some cows thought a game was on and decided to run alongside and at us but chickened out of jumping the gate. As the sun set, we followed the sea defences to the estuary and back again to the Beer Stop near the Uphill boatyard. While continuing the trail along the beach, the runners route took them to a jetty which they had to descend a ladder before circumnavigating the caravan park and then returning to the pub via the back streets.
CIRCLE:
RA Pork Scratchings called forth the hares for the obligatory down down after which no less than 6 Hash Virgins were called front and centre. Carol from Bleadon had made Jemma and Natasha come along, Brigadoon had made both Carol and Tom come and he was also responsible for Irene's presence (although she had to leave before the circle). The final Virgin was Will "from down the road" – I don't know if he came with anyone or just got swept up by the passing pack. All are welcome. We hope you enjoyed the hash and will come again. Some Stats were carried over from last week - Cinderella, Coppertone and Bag Lady were celebrating their 3rd anniversary of BOGS Hashing. Then Nick was called up as he was limping (having strained something) and was given the title of Tumbling Ted by Bag Lady. Grand Master Deep Throat thought the name suited him (presumably as he could no longer walk properly, just tumble along) and duly named him. So, henceforth and evermore in Hash Circles Nick will be known as Tumbling Ted. The rest of the pack either took a down down for avoiding a fish-hook or for not getting caught doing anything, then we all headed indoors.
ON ON ON:
I guess the pub wasn't expecting quite so many of us but the lone barmen, faced with 30 thirsty patrons, coped valiantly and drinks for all were eventually served along with a few plates of very pleasant sandwiches. The price must have been quite good too as Hash Cash, Kerb Crawler, only needed £1.00 from each of us rather than the usual £2.00. Result!
Run No. 171, 14th April 2010.
WHERE: Nailsea Rugby Club, er, Nailsea.
HARES: Rewind, DT & Duracell.
WHO: 25 hashers and 1 hash hound. Another first for BOGS – 25 hashers is the new record!
RUN REPORT: "The Circumnavigation-of-Nailsea Hash."
We never quite know what to expect when Rewind is involved with setting a trail – remember this is the hasher who strung seaweed on trees instead of laying flour. But we can always rely on a very long run and this week proved to be no exception as we started at 7.30 and finished at 9.45. Comment from a hasher: there weren't many roads in Nailsea he left out. Fortunately it was a lovely evening and everyone seemed happy enough.
CIRCLE:
No circle as the sandwiches were ready to be eaten and the beer was on tap. However, I am led to believe that we had some Virgins – Anne, George (can this be the Famous Five?) and Henry plus a returnee, Lara – welcome all.
ON ON ON:
Now this is what I call a sandwich spread – lots of sandwiches on brown and white, good fillings and a load of chips thrown in! Comments from hashers: best food we've had for some time and we love Nailsea Rugby Club. Well done guys! I understand that we've even been invited back for a daytime run and to use their barbecue – aren't they nice?
Run No. 170, 7th April 2010.
WHERE: The Bird in Hand, Long Ashton.
HARES: Inchworm & Backchat.
WHO: 23 hashers and 1 hash hound. On this auspicious occasion, namely that of achieving the highest number of hashers ever on a BOGS Hash, I will attempt (without the benefit of a safety net) to name each and every one of you. Here goes: Deep Throat, Swallow, Coppertone, Bag Lady, Happy Hooker, Inchworm, Backchat, Cinderella, Kerb Crawler, Walky Talky, Poacher, Rewind, Lime Cordial, MisLed, Royalty, Brigadoon, Carol, Gavin, Jeremy, Nick, Sandra, Pip, Sallie. If I've mis-spelt your name or missed you out completely, feel free to inflict whatever punishment you deem appropriate. Oh! I should add our intrepid Hash Hound, Pushover.
RUN REPORT:
Our RA had arranged excellent springtime weather for tonight's hash. Turning left out of the pub we fell upon a check almost immediately, sending the pack off in all directions. However, the correct trail led onwards and upwards to a split where the walkers headed in one direction and the runners in another, continuing uphill. The trail crossed the golf course, went down one side of it, then crossed it again. We had been warned that we'd be crossing one road which we later found to be the main road through Long Ashton then, after taking a track through woodlands as daylight faded, the Beer Stop appeared at the edge of a residential area. Duly refreshed we set off again, taking a track parallel to a railway line which proved to be a dead end but eventually it was ON IN and back to the pub.
CIRCLE:
After the Hares were honoured for their endeavours, Cinderella declared that everyone except him had shortcut and were duly called into the circle for a down down. Next up were Returnees: Coppertone, Bag Lady, Backchat and Royalty and then the Virgins aka The Three Sillies: Deep Throat, Jeremy and Brigadoon. Not quite sure how DT got into that list – I probably missed something. As for statistics, there was a discussion of how many people we'd started with tonight (generally agreed to be 24) and how many we'd finished with (exactly 23) so if we lost you somewhere along the trail, dear reader, please make yourselves known to us next week. That left just 5 hashers (who either hadn't been paying attention at the beginning or had not knowingly shortcut) to take the final down down. Well not quite final as Sallie took hers with her hat on so she had to do it all again. You are young but you will learn.
ON ON ON:
Plenty of sandwiches (rolls and sliced bread). Sustaining but not exciting with mostly squishy white bread. Didn't stop us eating the lot, though.
Run 169, 31st March 2010.
WHERE: The George Inn, Abbots Leigh. (On-on at The Rudgleigh, Easton in Gordano.)
HARE: DT.
RUN REPORT:
18 hashers Dave, Lime Cordial, Mis Led, Kerb Crawler, Carol, Gav, Flour Power with dog Lucky, Cinders, I'worm, Poacher who fell asleep, Pip & Jeremy, Tealeaf of no fixed abode, Happy Hooker, Pork Scratchings, Walky Talky, Deep Throat, Rewind plus very honored guest from Bristol Greyhounds - Old Legover ABV 4.1% mid-strength with a medium-dark colour. Morover the George Inn continues unmanned closed down and devoid of beer. We were the only cusomers but there is a notice in the window suggesting this may change.
Legover was anxious to start but the pace of sumerset is slower and had to wait until DT the Hare returnde from setting the beer stop. Only Dt knew the way. And the way was good.
First evenign hash since the clocks changed, starting in the lite. This week diffreent persons atempted nite vision withuut using torches/hedtorches and failed.
Erly in hash Rewind found the ON IN. Short hash. Runners seperated on trale threw chiggy wodland passing a super lake with bothowse. Later down a streem (shoe wash opportunity) with tree fawlen accros - DT indictaed not their erlier when hash set, so it cud have fawlen on hashers if timed better and DT wudhavgot a DownDown.
Each yere approx 150,000 sq. Km of forest is being destroyed and sum pepole seemed to be attepmting to increase this figgur in one large area that we crossed.
G'hounds pls take note (in case we ever run with you) we did offer Legover a drink at the beertsop but he declined; posibbly an aleean ideal to him. Got lost after beer stop but found a map on a bord and rembered we'd seen the ON IN on the ON OUT. Miss LED was with the elleet runners on the last fine sporty leg attepmting to get back to the pub bfor the warkers (the attempt failed due to a fishook 6 on the run in - Ed). What did we fink of the hash? Not enuff trees, see deforestation note, to bang PS. (Ref. Run 159 from the other George.)
Let it be known hencfourth Downhill Daav will not be knwn as Dave but Brigadoon dew to his Scottish ancestory and kilts (not to mention his preferred diraction of running - Ed).
No stats said WT who got admonisghed. Four tomes more food at the Rudleigh than Run 167 and all had a good wind dun especially those that fell asleep.
Regards from Your ilittterat temprary hash rats waiting fro baglady to return from vulcanic hashes.
Rwind and 'ooker.
Footnote: Old Legover is available to other hashes, please click icon for information:
Received via the Hash Telex machine, 29th March 2010:
From your intrepid reporters in Nicaragua: You lot don´t know how easy you have it. Yesterday we hashed with the Managua Pussy HHH which involved a climb to 1300 feet or metres - I don´t know but it was high - and looking down on the Masaya volcano. And what goes up, goes down, and, in true hash style, up and down again. 2 hours. After the circle, one of the hashers had made goulash soup for us all to eat - alongside drinking the local beer, of course.
We are seriously unfit and looking forward to returning to hashing in temperatures less than 30 degrees C.
See you next week!
On On!
Bag Lady and Coppertone.
Run 168, 27th March 2010.
WHERE: The New Inn, Kewstoke, Weston Super Mare.
HARES: Up Yours and Bovver.
RUN REPORT: "The Lost Hash". Another Saturday daylight family hash for the Bogs with 22 hashers and no less than 8 new hashers including 5 young hashers and three hash hounds, Pushover, Lucky and the famous Buster.
Instead of heading to Sand Bay beach and the headland, the hash took an uphill route over projecting stone steps (which Lucky had problems with but Pushover made light work of), over the Kewstoke Road and up steep stone steps. An early sweety stop (one of no less than two), a split for runners and walkers (one of no less than three during the hash) at Worlebury. Bovver indicated the runners may get lost, and they nearly did on the edge of Weston Woods. By the time they got back to the main Worlebury Road the walkers were not in sight. ON ON beside the golf course, onto tracks and woodland a young hasher Tabitha was lost but later found and Buster also became lost but was found without any ransom demanded. He struggled with breathing and at a check point decided to take a drink at a puddle and a cool basking mud stop.
The hash was set the morning before and some marks had been washed out. Happy Hooker called the ON ON seeing three washed out marks to find the F (false trail) but take half the hash with him. At another check point the hash went in all directions with a hare also declaring herself lost when the false trail was seen. The correct trail was eventually picked up by Rebore and Cinders past an Observatory built in 1750.
ON ON to the beer stop with view point over Worle to the coast and Clevedon beyond. Down a very slippery bank with several hashers down on their backsides complaining of extreme hashing and over the Kewstoke Road. Another runner and walker split and ON IN with a welcome long lane run for the runners led by a keen Rebore who was in the pub before anyone got back.. Despite hashers getting lost they all successfully made it back.
At the DOWN DOWN CIRCLE the hares were congratulated on a great varied trail providing they could find their way. New hashers were welcomed including Sandra. Nick, Jacob, Reece, Coco, Sharn, Roxanne and Tabitha. Offences – Hares and Happy Hooker for following false trails. Returnees were welcomed back – Up Yours, Bovver, Royalty and Up For It.
The New Inn was found very friendly and produced good quantities of wholesome sandwiches.
Run 167, 24th March 2010.
WHERE: The Poacher, High Street, Portishead.
HARE: Pork Scratchings.
RUN REPORT: The inclement wet weather did not deter the hardy 22 hashers, including
three hash virgins, and one hash hound. From the High Street ON up and
up hills zig zagging around the urban environment, including slippery
steep cobblestones of Portishead. The pack never found itself far from
previous checkpoints or more than half a mile from The Poacher. After a
sweetie stop ON across the coastal fields with great viewpoints over
the Bristol Channel and Wales and a beer stop overlooking the Lake
Grounds, we headed back to the centre of Portishead. Twelve static
hashers (must be farmers as opposed to hunter-gatherers) seemed stuck to
a later check point, even when the ON ON was called. The rain stopped
and only resumed heavily when we were safely back in the pub indicating
the Religious Advisor and Hare had friends in high places.
DOWN DOWNS: The Circle was held in the car park of the Poacher. The hare was
congratulated on a great shiggyless route (apparently a false shiggy
trail was cunningly missed) full of viewpoints. The three virgin
hashers, Jeremy, Anne and Rachael were welcomed in the usual way. Rebore
was in the circle for the offence of sitting down on the hash (possibly
getting too old for active hash service) and Rewind for leading him on.
The Poacher sectioned the hashers off into the function room ideal for
chatting, where a previous meeting had just ended, and produced a frugal
two plates of sandwiches, around one bitesize sandwich per hasher (if
fortunate) with no chips or extras. Pubwise the George Inn, Abbot's Leigh
on run 162 questionably offered more. The hash food was kindly
supplemented by crisps bought by the Hare; he declined to give a
lecture, although accustomed to public speaking.
Regulars like Backchat, DeepThroat, Swallow, Paella etc were missed and
Poacher never made it to the pub named after her.
Run 166, 17th March 2010.
WHERE: Campbell's Landing, Clevedon.
HARES: Big Stick & DT.
RUN REPORT: A super run, all up hill, slightly longer than usual at 8.8km (5.5 miles) urban and country. After doing a zig-zag above Hill Road we took in the lights of Portishead, the high tide on the Severn, glowing embers, the golf club, fruity beer stop and donkey path. Poacher moved a toad (or frog?) to safer ground to avoid it being trampled by the 19 strong hash stampede; we'll see if she kissed it first and her Prince comes on the next 27th March Saturday hash. The Hares did a splendid job in ensuring no-one got too separated and in designing a well-marked trail. Just to show Bogs do it better the trail came with a giant white arrow (see photo above).
This contrasted better in the dark, needed approx 576 snowdrops and shows the advance planning detail that is put into every Bogs hash. The hare was concerned the bulbs would not flower in time and rumours are that use was made of hair dryers to get them ready.
DOWN-DOWNS: Newcomer and "first time on a hash" Pip was welcomed after managing the whole trail using bionic vision, in the dark, saving on batteries. Also newcomer to Bogs was Tealeaf, from Leigh-on-Solent, who claims he did not technically steal the Horn of Quorn. Lime Cordial stood forth for accomplishing 50 runs and Walkie Talkie for a delayed start and meeting the hash half way round. Inchworm looked splendid in his new centurian outfit standing tall, holding crayons and dressed in cloak and helmet.
The pub served London Pride and Butcombe etc. and lots of cheese and onion baguettes that KC thoughtfully divided into more manageable thirds.
Run 165, 10th March 2010.
WHERE: The Barn, Wraxhall.
HARES: Happy Hooker & Rewind.
RUN REPORT by this week's guest scribes, Rewind & Happy Hooker: For the good of the environment instead of consigning hashes to landfill
Bogs re-cyled an Old Barn hash set by Bristol HHH on 17th January 2010. Better
still, Bogs ran it in beneath the stars with 43 mostly human legs plus
vehicles parked neatly in the correct car park to keep on the good side
of Cherise the Barn manageress who had mentioned the other running group
that came one Sunday.
Sallie, Carol, Dave and Gavin as newcomers were read their non-rights
before the hash commenced.
Crossing the B3130 beside Wraxhall school the hash circumnavigated the
woods above leaving the footpath at one stage. Despite using 4.5kg of
flour, dry conditions and both Hares laying parallel trails over fields
the trail was hard to find perhaps due to the moonless night. DeepThroat
did well after arriving late in reaching as far as the Battleaxes pub; he
heard an OnOn once, he said. After that seven tricky fields needed
crossing; some cutting us off with rynes (streams - if from London) and
gapless hedges before the beer stop was reached.
POST-HASH: Due to Quiz Night we took over the smoker's outside Bedouin
style tent complete with heating and sofas. 98 sandwiches (made by the
chief Hare), including coronation chicken, egg, tuna, cheese and onion
and ham, vanished and were followed by must-have-more chocolate cake;
recipe can be got from Happy Hooker. Beers: London Pride, Tribute,
Butcombes and ciders: Thatchers and Ashton Press etc were all on tap for
assisting food digestion.
Downdowns were held for the hares, newcomers, latecomers (DT and Rebore)
and for Inchworm for showing too much enthusiasm and as a result
KerbCrawler modelled the centurian cloak for the last time before
handing it over to Inchworm now off to learn embroidery.
Possibly the most successful run this year in the opinion of both temporary scribes (Baglady still sunning herself - don't they get bored?) ;-) .
Run 164, 3rd March 2010.
WHERE:The Ebdon Arms, Wick St Lawrence.
HARE: Deep Throat.
RUN REPORT by this week's scribe, Flour Power:
Hare today gone tomorrow - Deep Throat got lost looking for his beer stop. Swallow was most concerned that DT had lost her car. We waited and waited going the way of brass monkeys [reference to nuts removed - Ed]. No sign of DT so, after a quick traditional Father Abraham warm up and search for signs, we went not waiting longer for our hare. Somehow [we are still working this out - Ed] Flour Power managed to get into the lead with Swallow and encountered her first ever fish hook. Inchworm got bored and kept hiding behind trees saying boo whenever anyone got near. Beware ordinary people if you ever get entangled with the hash. A well signed mostly urban hash with parts alongside water. Lucky ate the most perfect blob ever seen.
Flasher and Flour Power were yawning on the hash after emerging from the Ebdon Arms before the start of the hash full of curry with pint of beer for £5.25 each. Flour Power also showed her cauliflower ear wound after losing balance on her horse and getting trampled the day before. In view of the monkeys and nuts the circle was speedily done with no stats from Walkie Talkie. The pub featured good sandwiches and plenty of room except people using the ATM machine closeby were into a long rousing team building session before hitting the jackpot. All ended happily with DT finding the beerstop, car keys, the car and his wife.
Run 163, Saturday 26th February 2010.
WHERE: The Swan, Rowberrow.
HARE: Jenny-the-academic-with-no-hash-name.
RUN REPORT by this week's scribe, Happy Hooker:
15 Hashers - Deep Throat, Cinders, Inchworm, Rewind, Duracell, Flasher, Flour Power, Kerbcrawler, Walkie Talkie, Maggie, Jenny, Animal Magic (visitor from the Oxford hash), Jane Burstow with Alana (6) and Eliot (8), Hash Hounds Pushover and Lucky.
Plus 2 Beer stop servers: Stuart MacNamara and Damp Patch (also a visitor from Oxford H3).
This was the second winter daytime hash for the Bogs which turned out as a great woodland (including Christmas trees) fun family hash with two of the youngest ever, but enthusiastic, hashers of only six and eight years old. Meeting at the Swan Inn the horses tied up in the car park implied a pony trekking hash, supported by the hare indicating the hash trail was set from horseback. Given the gross chiggy muddy and wet conditions horseback would have been a good option.
After a resounding warm up of the Hokey Cokey led by DT the trail took a challenging uphill route through woodland tracks with Animal Magic off like a terrier roaring "ON ON" from way ahead. Although the rain had stopped, the tracks had turned into streams and the chiggy prevailed with the hare warning us of worse to come after the beer stop. A BH sign confused the hashers thinking it was a part washed out BN(Beer Near), however it stood for Beer Here. This was well named as there was beer but more in harmony with the surroundings also Thatchers cider, cinnamon cider and fruit of the forest juice plus fresh fruit and sweets. Hash hounds were rewarded with bone shaped biscuits, preferring to call it a Bone Stop. ON ON down the forest track into a valley where it crossed a stream a stream (torrent of water off the Mendips) many times with increasing wet chiggy conditions underfoot. A regroup resulted in the children (including DT who never grew up) and dogs having a great time splashing around in the stream, under the pretence of cleaning off. Sadly Poacher phoned too late and missed coming but would have enjoyed it and the hash.
ON IN to the Down Down at The Swan car park. Hare Jenny received her down-down on a great first trail; Inchworm, Rewind and Animal Magic were in the circle for offences of over enthusiasm checking out trails prematurely from Regroups. Flasher was congratulated on his 50th hash.
The Swan produced no less than six large plates of sandwiches with great fillings including ham, tuna and cheese and onion. The pub was quite busy for mid afternoon, probably due to England playing Rugby, although they unfortunately lost. Rewind was seen grovelling on the floor for lost coins and Flasher was up to his usual entertaining magic tricks.
Run 162, 24th February 2010.
WHERE: The George Inn, Abbotts Leigh (closed down).
HARES: Rebore & Paella.
RUN REPORT by this week's scribes, Happy Hooker & Rewind:
13 hashers, 28 legs. Three hashers were excused fish-hooks, 2 being Hares Rebore and Paella (combined effort) in matching & distinct red.
DT and Rebore back from snow and sun walking holiday in the Lake District faced a large contrast with tonight's 9 degC balmy air temperature with no rain. Thanks RA (Pork Scratching); now recovered well after the showdown with tree.
Those managing the George Inn saw us coming and decided to close down with an excuse of not being able to afford the £56,000 plus rent etc outgoings per year. Last-minute new food and drink venue was therefore at The Rudgleigh Arms, Easton in Gordano who treated us well post-hash with 2 massive trays of sandwiches one meaty and the other unmeaty.
Happy Hooker checked out wrong trail from start towards Abbotts Leigh pool and nearly got lost from the start.
Hash took route down the main road, across into Leigh Woods. Trail went along slippery bank next to stream. Paella took a tumble on her bottom into the mud.
Down to the River Avon and Avon Cycle footpath then back into the woods. Spooky trail through woods with mist forming. Short diversion loop up slippery bank. DeadEnd came close to needing winching out of a gulley after he'd followed two flour blobs with great dedication (the Hare later said they'd slipped down there setting it up).
Memories of a long straight path with bright light at end of it. Another hash experience.
The Beer stop, surpassed only by a K&A hash with proper pint glasses (see photo), was in woods laid out on a picnic bench with red and green grapes, oranges and apple segments. Umm - really good fruit. Bogs do food better.
Gross shiggy at end of hash in valley before climb towards church and on in. Down Down at The George Inn. Rewind and DT offences of missing a washed away fish hook ("What fishhook?" they both said). Pork scratchings received a down-down in recognition of the perfect hashing weather.
Flasher performed magic with Walkie Talkie and told story of finding body washed up on beach at Portishead with a potential police murder enquiry almost stopping him hashing until they discovered it was the carcase of a sheep with the give away of hoofs.
Paella fresh back from Peru and Argentina left her clean trainers at the Rudgleigh Arms.
A nicer way to spend Wednesday evening could not be found.
Run 161, 17th February 2010.
WHERE: The Moorend Spout, Nailsea.
HARES: Kerb Crawler and Walky-Talky.
RUN REPORT: We've had a complaint of hash trash being too long so: 10 hashers; 20 legs; super run - urban plus random fields (quote); some old flour spotted; everyone misled except Miss LED off to Ecuador; prolific food after in a super pub with good cider. All enjoyed themselves.
CIRCLE: Down Downs for two offences: Inchworm SCB jobbie and Duracell too enthusiastic 25 runs today. Come back Baglady and RA. PS: RA did a good job keeping us dry.
Run 160, 10th February 2010.
WHERE:The Old Inn, Congresbury.
HARE: Deep Throat.
RUN REPORT: Fourteen hashers and two hash hounds set off from the pretty village centre of Congrebury on a cold winters night. The hare, DT, was late back for the start after dropping the car for the beer stop, later disclosing in the pub this was due to remodelling the end of the hash as a large bull was found (or heard with audible examples) in a field on the original route. Lime Cordial and Rebore in red would have been good fodder for the bull. Rose forgot her head torch and had to rely on other hashers torches in the dark countryside. Having passed the well-lit church the hash went down a path by a ditch to the Strawberry Line. Once again the hash went towards Sandford, but hopes of a beer stop at Thatcher's cider factory were dashed as the trail went back into the streets of Congresbury. Off cross country over the fields, this was a magical cold night with crunchy ground underfoot and the best starry night seen for a long time with no moon. There was no shiggy to mention (rare for a DT set hash) but stiles in abundance to climb over, much to the pleasure of the eager hash hound Pushover, hoping to be renamed the Stile King. Down the busy narrow Wrington road, causing traffic havoc, to the Beer Stop under the flight path of Bristol Airport with great views and roars of the aircraft close overhead. Although this was a very cold Winter night snowdrops were shown off by the Hare indicating a hint of early Spring. Back to the pub via the swings used by the FRBs and playground in Congresbury to the Down Down Circle. Rewind was a record three times in the circle for offences. This included missing a two fishhook claiming Pushover (the hash dog) counted as the second hasher and with Happy Hooker as FRBs (Front Running Bastards) for arriving at the pub early (cheek as they even stopped for a swing at the On-Inn). The Old Inn Congresbury charged the keenest price for driver's drinks/soft drinks seen in the locality and were equally frugal producing only one tray of sandwiches but these were of high quality with chunky bread and fillings. Cinders reminded the hash that it was Walkie Talkie's 25th birthday which was celebrated with the traditional hashy birthday song.
Run 159, 3rd February 2010.
WHERE: The George, Backwell.
HARE: Deep Throat.
RUN REPORT by this week's scribe, Rewind:
It drizzled and then, as the hash gathered, it stopped - the Religious Advisor was working well. Encouraged by DT's Bogs hash traditional warm-up routine DeepThroat, Backchat, D'Cell (aka Duracell female), Inchworm, WalkieTalkie, KerbCrawler, PorkScratchin, FlourPower and Rewind headed off. A few minutes later PS head-butted a tree that crossed the public bridleway at head height. The astute observer will notice the blood and the False trail mark in the photo except it was a very dark evening with no moonlight.
PS came to his knees then recovered sufficiently to deploy his first aid kit. That's the sort of fellow he is. Because he didn't have a mirror the hash trauma team moved in to operate under headtorches. Happily PS went on to finish the run, swallow his down-down and tell us stories about the extremes of Iceland in the pub after. Congratulations to those carrying medikits.
Then Cinders joined the hash. On one field we had to go single file to avoid new plants (not Coppertone's beans) and on another, just before the beerstop, the mud was so sticky we all grew 40mms taller.
Warnings of several electric fences waiting to encircle us turned into a non-event - someone had nicked them between laying and running the trail. FlourPower missed watching the ballet just to be with us. Apologies for absence from Swallow and HappyHooker.
The pub fed us well, three plates of sandwiches all brown and a good choice. Those who eat together stay together as the saying goes.
Run 158, 2:00pm, Saturday, 30th January 2010 (daylight run).
WHERE: The White Hart, Weston-in-Gordano.
HARES: Kerb Crawler & Cinders.
RUN REPORT from this week's scribes, Rewind1 and Lime Cordial2:
1 What a lovely day, and Coppertone and Bag Lady popped in en-route between Hong Kong and the Dominican Republic, leaving just enough time for a superlative but rare Saturday Bogs Hash and to plant some beans. Fifteen other hashers accompanied them. The occasional Saturday Winter hash allows us to build up our vitamin D reserves and allows hashers who can't always make or Hare the usual Wednesday evening meets to take part. The BS sign stood for Bone Stop for our lucky hounds Lucky and Pushover. As it was Saturday afternoon we didn't do the hash-food bit at the pub although most concluded with a drink together.
2
A welcoming pub named after a beast with a light coat and fleet of foot to provide momentary inspiration. The steepness of the ascent to the top of the ridge left even the fittest breathless. Several fishhooks and false trails later walkers and runners united to descend to the coastal path untouched by sun and white with frost. With the ridge between us and our return there was only one way back. Fortified with lime cordials (the sweets from Kerb Crawler, not this scribe of similar name) we made another steep ascent passing "BN". With hopes raised momentarily and then dashed as bones – not beer- were distributed to Pushover and the aptly-named Lucky. Beer did appear with a warning that on this last day for the shooting season we might encounter beaters and guns saving Gordano from pheasants. We put the hashers wearing brightest clothes first as easy target so that the guns could get their eyes in and proceeded with the usual deviations on our descent to the nature reserve surprisingly uneventfully. Back at the White Hart, returnees – Bag Lady, Coppertone, Poacher, Speedyballs, Up yours and Lime Cordial were welcomed – and Lucky did downs for her 75th appearance with the Bogs of Somerset. A glorious outing with many viewpoints courtesy of Kerbcrawler and Cinders, who also provided a "spot where we took these photos on the Hash route" quiz in the pub afterwards.
Run 157, 20th January 2010.
WHERE: The Prince of Orange, High Street, Yatton.
HARES: Inchworm & Backchat.
RUN REPORT from this week's scribe, Happy Hooker:
This was the second week running that DT was late (rumours of possibly an under-powered car). After a very modest warm up the hashers sadly left without him but he soon found the trail and caught up. Thirteen hashers good and true plus one hash hound pounded around the streets of Yatton to the Railway Station then down the Strawberry Line. The idea of a beer stop at Thatchers cider factory were dashed as the hash was sent back into the depths of urban Yatton. This was a kindness on the part of the hare as the recent rainfall had turned the fields into a watery sticky mess. The best was left to last with a rural route over Cadbury Hill. Despite being carefully set the trail flour had been seriously washed away and even the hare nearly became lost. Passing close to the Cadbury House Hotel (recently taken over by the Hilton Group and now looking like a block of flats) there was debate over how few sandwiches we would get for the normal hash fee of £2. Returning to Yatton, we found the beer stop at last, then set off again via a (muddy) stream and another field before the final run in to the pub.
CIRCLE: At the circle down downs Bogs welcomed Richard Grahn, who has previously hashed in Nairobi but not in the UK, welcomed back returnees Walky Talky, Inchworm and Backchat and duly penalised latecomers DT and Cinderella. Happy Hooker was congradulated on 25 hashes and Pork Scratchings 15. Despite apparent staff shortages the Prince of Orange eventually produced some good sandwiches including beef, egg, tuna, ham and a mystery something. They also provided a nice open fire to keep us warm.
Run 156, 13th January 2010.
WHERE: The Crab Apple, Clevedon.
HARES: Happy Hooker & Pork Scratchings.
RUN REPORT from this week's scribe, Rewind: This was the second week for Bogs this winter with hash-snow and a super trail to follow; the promised ochre coloured trail got various descriptions like brown, buff and choc-ice coloured. Do others obtain brighter colours? Lost and Bubushka on Malvern HHH last year used Bisto and Ketchup. More snow is needed to continue research. The roll of honour this week reads 'Appy'ooker Cinders DeepThroat Flasher FlourPower KerbCrawler PorkScratching Rewind + hounds Lucky and Pushover plus returnees, after some discussion, JoeII Paella Rebore and Rose who all qualified for a down-down. The on-hash debating society theme was what to do if you fell over face forwards with a lollipop stuck in your mouth and whether they should be banned from sweetie stops. At the beerstop Pork Scratching is to be thanked for his mulled wine and the co-hare for introducing Arnold by name and his mates (the friendly donkeys). Lucky also liked the donkeys. Pub food was grand with chips and sandwiches (tuna, cheese/onion, the always popular egg as well as meat) plus a good beer selection.
Statistics: This is the second week our statistician has been away. Come back Walkie Talkie (as well as Hash Scribe). Also this is the first run from the Crab Apple that has not been dependent on the tides!
Run 155, 6th January 2010.
WHERE: The Priory, Portbury.
HARES: Flasher & Flour Power.
RUN REPORT: "The hash does not stop for weather and the trail looks very pretty in the snow" wrote Deepthroat, the creator of the Geneva Hash where the weather can be more extreme. "....hashing in the snow is a different experience".
What was different? A whole large pub almost to ourselves, mandarins, for the first time, with other fresh fruit for the down-down that took place, unusually, after hot soup and bread inside the pub. But first the run:
This was the first Bogs hash in fairly serious snow, Flour power (or Snow Power whilst conditions continue) and Flasher (now you see the trail, now you don't) added a substance rumoured to be cocoa to the usual hash marking material and chalked arrows on posts and trees. Maybe next time we'll evolve to use a brighter colouring like flour-escent orange drink powder that you give to children to help keep them hyperactive. Rewind who arrived later overland was confused by the X marks and afterwards discovered Snow Power had got tired of arrows so started chalking kisses. Arrows show direction but kisses don't so doing a trail backwards gets even trickier. Kerb Crawler made the hash thanks to Deepthroat bringing Swallow's four wheel drive. This time Cinders never caught up with the hash. Is he still in Priory wood or snowbound in his car? Next week the word is ochre and a pleasant trail brought to you by another dedicated team.
Our scribe, Rewind, excelled himself by walking from Nailsea to Portbury for the hash (and back) arriving some time after the pack had departed. On phoning the hare he discovered we were back at the point he had walked past half an hour before! For this he received a richly-deserved down-down or three in honeyed mulled cider.
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