This week’s run was hared by KMA, and kicked off at his local, the Mitre.
Sensibly, a drink stop was omitted as no one would have appreciated standing around in the cold. In any case, there was a wide choice of fine ales in the pub at the specially negotiated discount price of £3.50 a pint, so well done to the hare for arranging that.
One complicating factor in setting the trail was that, unusually, the gates of Richmond Park were to be locked at 8pm that night. (Subsequent investigation revealed that this was due to the annual deer cull that is currently in progress in the park). So we all had to be out by that time. As a result we had what must have been one of the shortest trails around Richmond Park for quite some time, at barely 5km in length. But as is often said, no hare has ever got a down down for setting too short a trail. The upside was that we got back to the Mitre in good time to embark on demolishing most of the landlord’s beer stocks. The hare had also managed to negotiate the provision of hash food, which was most welcome. Unfortunately, the landlord did make the mistake of placing the food dishes on a table right in front of where Fat Bastard was sitting. So that didn’t last very long.
Usual down downs, including a couple of visiting pilots from the USA who appeared to have flown across in their corporate jet just for the West London Hash, only to be returning back across the pond once they had sobered up the next day. I also vaguely recall that Last Tango may have been awarded a down down for being trapped the wrong side of the Richmond Park fence after the 8pm lockup. Apparently she had to chat up the park ranger to let her out and hence avoid begin culled.
An early Guy Fawkes or late Halloween hash, depending on which way you look at it.
A well laid trail around Twickenham, set by our hare for the evening, Man Magnet, with suitably frustrating false trails en route. A particularly challenging check-back on the final check left most of the pack stranded, frustratingly near the promised drink stop but with no obvious route to follow, and required a phone call to the hare to get us back on track. It was worth the wait as Man Magnet had provided plenty of wine plus a large box of her excellent sausage rolls, which even hungry hashers did not immediately snarf. To top it all we had a firework display! Not just sparklers, but real banging and flashing stuff plus some rockets thrown in for good measure. I believe the hare was assisted by Pickled Fart, Called Away and Rent Boy in putting on this display, so thanks to them for their efforts.
Back at the Albany for the circle presided over by RA Wacker, with down-downs for a number of overseas visitors and returnees.
Sir Humpalot must like Hammersmith a lot. This was the second trail in the same locality in the space of two days, following on from his City Hash trail earlier in the week. Fortunately he kept the two trails totally separate so there was no danger of confusion, unless you happened to arrive at the pub after the pack had already departed, in which case (KC?) taking the wrong trail was certainly an option.
Anyway, an enjoyable enough jaunt around the suburbs of Hammersmith, Shepherds Bush, Holland Park, and Olympia, managing somehow to avoid most of the nearby green spaces, but taking in just about all the cobbled mews that exist in that part of the world. At the end of the trail, may of us would have subscribed the the view that no mews is good mews.
Our RA for the evening, KMA, presided over the usual rag bag of charges and banter, and a good time was had by all.
Startling from the charming Cross Keys, last nights trail around Chiswick was set by Lay Me, possibly with some assistance from Called Away. It could be described as a trail of two halves. The first part was marked out in copious chalk arrows with a smattering of checks, which were quickly broken by the Chiswick savvy FRBs, resulting in a fairly fast paced run. The second half seemed to suffer from a chalk shortage, with sporadic markings leading apparently nowhere. Anyway, it certainly fooled me and quite a few other more experienced hashers to the extent that there was quite a few of us in the bar by the time the main body of the pack arrived back from the drink stop, which we had of course missed.
Thankfully, nothing that could not be resolved by a few down downs and a good supply of Fullers beer.
Trail laid around scenic Bushy Park, by hare Dunny Penny, possibly assisted by Rent Boy?
It include a cunning false trail at which the FT sign had been obliterated by hungry deer or dogs, leaving the pack to wander around aimlessly for 10 minutes or so. Also some interesting jinks in the trail due to the need for the hare to avoid rutting stags.
The drink stop did involve getting wet feet, but on the whole, it was much appreciated, even if the on-inn trail was somewhat lengthy.