Welcome to Devon A2B H3 for hashing on Saturdays, once a month, usually first Saturday of the month. Join the Mystery Tour. Only the Hares and the Beermaster know the location of Point B. If you do find your way to Point B, you'll probably have covered at least 8 miles but with a couple of beerstops on the way. Transport will be arranged to get you back to Point A before nightfall.
•23 hardy hashers
circled up at Plympton Health Centre car park expecting the worst, as previous
January hashes laid by Thats Crap included rain, hail, snow and plague of
volunteered (coerced) into position.
awarded to TC by himself, To ensure truly impartial summing up of hash.
from Hares regarding distances and amount of flour used. Some comment about
She's Ready and her mouth !
•Virgin A to B
hasher Boaty Mc Boatface suffering nervous tension, but reluctant to visit
local toilets due to distance. Whisperer happy to extend his Strava miles with
run and back from WC's, necessitated by earlier drinking !
•All bags dropped
safely into bag car, always important to have clothes at point B.
withnice run around a park taking in a
small copse that appeared to double as a local crack den.
arriving late, proceeds to carry all her belongings onto hash, concerened
hashers were worried that she appeared to be carrying a small child in her
Thats Crap, being the Gentleman he is,
offered to hold moonflowers
rucksack, enabling her to run off.
•Bell Toll was
heard moaning that the shorts were in fact longer than the longs, (never
believe the hares !) clearly the shorts needed extra mile training.
•Tripple Top, in
his eagerness to “win” the hash misses TC's impromptu Re Group, organised with
his mother who played the part of the damsel in distress stuck in the mud.
(What was she actully thinking of taking her car down that track ?)
on home turf and knowing the lay of the land (never straying far from TC's
house) took to hiding behind trees and using his full commando training to
avoid getting his shoes muddy.
to form, encounters a code brown and has to seek out a tree to perform duties,
trying to avoid the one Gaffer is hiding behind.
•Virgin Boaty now
in full swing, goes all Rambo and rips his top, ties his buff into a bandana
and smears mud all over his face.
•Dim-Wit on being
pressganged into scribe duties is now convinced TC has a vendetta agaist him
and a down down is a formality.
feeling the effects of cumalative beer consumption falls over, citing rough
terrain and lack of correct risk assesments from the hares.
having been left behind on the mountainous climbing section, shorts cuts to the
first beer stop, enabling her to get first dibs on the cakes.
arriving at point B are directed back to the bag car, that appears to be parked
in a car park not unlike point A.
spent too long drinking in the pub at point B, reluctantly makes her way back
to the bag car, to find that She's Ready has got bored and gone home for a
shower, after much searching she returns to point B minus bag and soaking wet
due to impromptu downpour.
•Overall a very
good hash with plenty of shiggy, water and good banter.
wonder how TC's small bottle of flour never ran out when he was sweeping ? Dark
forces at work.
•Down Downs were
awarded to ( I think)
•Hares TC and SR
leaving TC holding the bag
playing hide and seek
•Virgin Boaty for
going all Macho
•Bilko for moaning
•Bell Toll for
treating hash as a race
•Hairy Mollusc for
•And for some
strange reason, Flage-No-Lay and Dim-Wit were awarded iced water down down's,
due to Flage stating that no-one could beat her in a gulping contest.