Wednesday, 27 August 2014
A Staddiscombe Sports Centre C/P
B Hotel Mount Batten
Hare HIV assisted by She’s Ready
Beermaster Larks Vomit and Bloody Dog
An eventful hash started in the kind of car park they used to film the Sweeny pretty disreputable all round; which suited the motley crew of hashers that had put in an appeared defiantly many individuals with previous! Things were said at the circle up but don’t ask me I was still tying my shoelaces.
Any way off we trot me and Top shelf getting the first bit of shortcutting in early by going through the playing field which led to a kissing gate which I remember well as one amorous Harriett decided to take advantage of me in the kissing gate. So thanks very much J
Another mile or so brought some dastardly acts as Mollusc and That’s Crap called us willing fools into a false on-on where thy ambushed us at a large puddle with lots of muddy water play. What a pair of rotter’s
Still as it turned out this was a prophecy of what was to come for after some pleasant rural jogging we came to the mighty river Yealm or at least its tributary the Cofflete. This provided a challenging perambulation through glorious riverfront scenery as an estate agent may describe it or more accurately a long wade through S*&t !!!! A special mention to Rise and Shine here for totally ignoring me shouting to her the easy route to go through but rather in her wisdom she swam through the mud ..doh.
The next leg led us to Wembury down through fields of high crops bordered by a colourful spray of wild flowers; which as you may tell from my prose I was quite taken with? First beer stop at Wembury where with the help of Larks fine victuals we managed to lower the property prices to negative equity.
On and out down to the beach after a couple of false starts and a field of bullocks the trail was a little sparsely marked from this point on but in such wonderful scenery who could care.. it was bloody reassuring to see HIV on top of arise though.
Through fields to next beer stop then myself and a brace of the Haldon Ladies had a jolly time being lost for some time as the trail had done one..a little divine inspiration from yours truly and we found a trail where soon HIV reappeared to guide us in. I was right at the back at this point with a very limp ankle so made it to Mount Batten eventually.
Down Downs were given but as I had to go I don’t know who too..but im sure they bloody deserved it
Love & Kisses
On too Hannahs at Seale Haine, Mutant Rabbit. On 6th September J