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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