Author Archives: New Balls

Run 1709 – The Windermere, South Kenton, 14th June 2018

Somehow Wacker manages to mix up the ingredients to give each trail from South Kenton its own distinct flavour.  A reasonable crowd of about 20 hashers at the start swelled to at least double that number by the time we got back to the pub. Many no doubt tempted by the pub food provided, as usual, by the kind people at the Windermere, but frustrated by the lengthy delays on the trains heading West from the centre of town, due apparently to some inconsiderate b****** dying on the train. Special mention also to Wacker’s drink stop with loads of Brewdog beer and Smarties!

Run 1703 – The Green Man, Hatton Cross, 3rd May 2018

An epic trail hared by Rambo.  Two hours and 10k+ slog across fields, along muddy paths, and including not one, but two, river crossings.  A masterpiece in the art of trail setting.

I think Rambo was forgiven for the length of the run thanks to the scenic off-road terrain, and his efforts in opening up a neglected part of West London to the delights of the hash.

Crane River Trail

 

Run 1700 – The Dartford Arms, Tufnell Park, 12th April 2018

Run 1700, yeah!!

Hare was Castrato.  A nice off-road trail around Hampstead Heath, even if the hare himself forgot the correct route on at least one occasion.  Still very muddy from the recent rains, but amazingly, and to the disbelief of the RA, no one fell over.  So Pope got a down-down anyway, and quite right too.

Hampstead Heath trail

Run 1699 – The Adelaide Teddington, 5th April 2018

A reasonably large turnout today, no doubt in part due to the first decent Thursday night weather for quite a while. And also the prospect of a glorious run around Bushy Park, expertly hared by your scribe (New Balls Please).

Bushy Park trail

Amazingly, the drink stop supplies were still in their secret cache by the time the front runners got to the DS site.  Less fortunately, they were discovered by some enterprising hasher and by the time the hare arrived most of the drink had been snarfed. Oh well.

Usual down-downs followed back a the pub.  Can’t remember much else.