URGENT MESSAGE!

In an unprecedented move, tonight's run has been cancelled due to abnormal amounts of flood water everywhere! ....... has this ever happened before in the history of Bridgwater Towpath H3?

We may be tough but we prefer to run than swim ....... !!!

Run 713 - Bankok Halloween Run

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Hare Bangkok

Hounds Liz, Big Bird, Phantom

Grasshopper, Marco, Tenzing, David, Justin

At the start the pack was diminished in numbers, the Witches about to depart on their broomstick to the other side of the world, and Brush Off socializing. Grasshopper was dressed up menacingly with cape and wizardry.

Bangkok having just returned from laying the trail gave us our instructions. Two & on, alternative trails will be marked at some checks L ( long ) & S ( short ) , no sweeties since we were to be fed at Bangkok’s base.

Pack set off down Sea Lane, at a check some hares go straight on, David gets lost down track on right, but manages to hang on, Up front hounds were checking at Packhouse Farm. Picked up trail and over fields back to Sea Lane by ruined chantry, then on on through car park and check at Victorian retort. Pack set off to the beach, Marco not knowing about the sea wants to jump off the cliff, but is persuaded to continue with us.

Next check had the pack trying every possible route to no avail, then Tenzing and Grasshopper decide to head back on a nearby path to the car park. Grasshopper busy looking for flour so does not see the barrier across the route, crunch.

Pack presses on along a track up a ridge between fields, going very slippery. Marco and Grasshopper up front again. At Kilton Park Wood David checks one way but cannot find flour. On returning he passes Liz, Bird Bird and Grasshopper taking the short route which had just been marked, but David doubles back for the long route through the woods. Eventually he catches up with the pack, but realizes that his torch is low on power, and stumbles along. Meanwhile the three hounds on the short route have time to stare at some deer in the open, approaching close to them before the deer showed them how to run fast.

On the way back to the start now up Hilltop Lane, a long steady climb, then check right down a narrow footpath back to Kilve.  Path was like a stream with water flowing down the middle rocky rut, but great fun if you had light to see by.

On down to Bangkok’s base, where Ferret was on domestic duty. Big Bird put on her party gear going in. What a spread, and pack further reduced in numbers (did they get lost?) but very cozy by the wood burner in the conservatory.

Thanks to Bangkok & Ferret for the run and refreshments.

Next weeks run 14 Nov Hares: P2L & Why Bother

Run 712 - Chunky & Bigbird

Hairs:- Chunky and Bigbird.               

Howns:- Eighteen, of the best.

Trail:- Mud, mud, glorious mud.

On Down:- Winchester Arms.

A bold Hasher boy was standing one day
On the banks of the cool River Tone.
He gazed at the bottom as he peacefully lay
By the light of the evening moon.
Away on the hilltop sat combing her hair
His fair Hasher maid
The Hasher boy was no ignoramus
And sang her this sweet serenade

Mud, mud, glorious mud
Nothing quite like it for cooling the blood
So follow me follow, down to the hollow
And there let me wallow in glorious mud

The fair Hasher maid he aimed to entice
from her seat on that hilltop above.
As she hadn't got a ma to give her advice
came tiptoeing down to her love
Like thunder the forest re-echoed the sound
of the song that they sang when they met
His inamorata adjusted her garter
and lifted her voice in duet

Mud, mud, glorious mud
Nothing quite like it for cooling the blood
So follow me follow, down to the hollow
And there let me wallow in glorious mud.

Now more hashers began to convene
On the banks of that river so wide
I wonder now what I am to say of the scene
That ensued by the Tone River side
They dived all at once with an ear-splitting sposh
Then rose to the surface again
A regular army of Hashers
All singing this haunting refrain

Mud, mud, glorious mud
Nothing quite like it for cooling the blood
So follow me follow, down to the hollow
And there let me wallow in glorious mud

The amorous Hasher whose love song we know
Is now married and father of ten,
He murmurs, "God rot 'em all!" as he watches them grow,
And he longs to be single again!
He'll gambol no more on the banks of the Nile,
Which Nasser is flooding next spring,
With Hashers in silken pyjamas
No more will he teach them to sing...

Mud, mud, glorious mud
Nothing quite like it for cooling the blood
So follow me follow, down to the hollow
And there let me wallow in glorious mud

Thank You Bigbird and Chunky for a very SHIGGY hash.