Run 695. June 2012. Fyne Court O/D Travellers Rest. Hare: Simon
Pack of hounds: Bangkok, Jackie, Paul C, David, Just Bull, John, Simon, Martini, Phantom, Dormouse, WAM, Down in the Woods, Floater, Ferret, Mark, Stephan, Dripped On, Nick T, Michelle B (plus some other hounds who did not go drinking so sorry missed your names off).
Fast, fellowship of fine figures fly at fabulous Fyne.
Many scantily clad hashing hounds gathered on a very warm, humid evening for frantic, frolic around Fyne’s footpaths. Simon, the hare, was seen brandishing a broom in the car park to sweep up fallen flour. He carefully issued instructions, namely to watch out for ferocious flies and fierce swans. Off we set speedily flying along the fantastic trails around Fyne court. Falling over roots lying flat on the trail. Dormouse, Jackie and DitW all stumbled but did not fall fearing fatal consequences, namely a walk home rather than a fab run. It was fearfully hot and sweaty though in the woods and a relief to flip over a stile into an open breezy field full of fluttering grasses.
Simon’s checks were amazingly neat, small circles (great for flour economy!) but a little tricky to kick out in single fluid flip of the foot. We entered Broomfield Common and found freshly cut grass tracks cut through the woods leading us on to explore further a field.
A footpath crossed a fantastic garden and we found the swans and their cygnets floating on a pond. Most hounds flew past them not stopping to admire the view or garden features. But Simon had marked an ‘R’ for his sweetie stop on the edge of the pond. Folks forced themselves to sample the delicious flavours but not for long as the fearfully large swan made its way towards the fly bitten group. Flustered Ferret flagellating flies with Michelle and others under the fresh green willow tree fearfully followed the pack. Hastily exiting the garden Bangkok forced her foot against the kissing gate… frantic shouts followed until Dormouse fearlessly forced the gate open and fled for safety in the woods. Finding the flour trail the pack headed back towards the cars via Broomfield Church, gardens full of fresh flowers and forgotten friends.
Floater had been ‘wardrobe weeding’ for the three witches cycling adventures and handed over three bags of clothes for their fund raising … fantastic and thanks. The three witches then foolishly followed the three wizards to the pub, following a fairly tortuous route to fraternize with frivolous, funky friends, sipping frothy, flavoursome fine hops and fizzy formulations.
And finally. …Simon was named at a ‘down down’in the pub “Mee,mee mee …..I’m a hasher … “so is now to be known as Brush Off. Great run Brush Off, many thanks for a flipping, fabulous, fun frolic at Fyne (Court).
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