Hares: Dripped On and Nick (ultra man)
Hounds: Phantom, Tenzing, Bangkok, Ferret, Bigbird, WAM, Roadkill, Liz, Martini & Dormouse.
Well what a beautiful evening for a hash ..... warm and sunny at last! We arrived at the Rifleman’s to find Dripped on looking rather to stylish for running ..... unfortunately she has injured her shoulder and the painkillers have made her ill so it was all down to Nick to keep us on course.
It was noted by Phantom that we were a perfectly balanced, harmonic pack this week: five male and five female hashers!
Of we set to the left and very quickly headed up hill ...... will be going to the top of the Tor this time? .... not yet it would seem. We followed a lane and then a check with a footpath closed (did Dripped on mention this at the start?) for no apparent reason, fortunately as this was the route we took. Tenzing surged on ahead shouting “on to a check” ..... or was it “on to a chick”? As the rest of us arrive, we find Tenzing talking to an attractive young woman ..... come on Tenzing we are supposed to be finding our way not chatting up the locals!
On we went through quiet country lanes in dappled light, across wildflower meadows and dusty farm tracks..... and behold what a view. Wam became slightly panicky after finding herself “off piste” in the long grass .... what might be lurking in there?..... lions, snakes any number of scary things.
Glastonbury wouldn’t be Glastonbury without the little messages on the styles “this way to weed and LOVE...”. We also came across a little collection of Yurts and what would appear to be people living a life of simplicity and self sufficiency ..... idyllic!
The regroup was held under a knobbly old lightening tree ..... I can’t remember the local legend about this tree but suddenly as we were guzzling our malteesers, a musician, guitar in hand, emerged from the undergrowth around the tree and wandered off into the distance.
Off we set towards the distant Tor ..... will we or won’t we be climbing its summit? Up, up we go with Ferret in the lead when he suddenly finds his shoe lace needs attention .... how strange it looked alright to me, but I thought I had better stop to help! My caring nature was rewarded as a few meters ahead ..... a fish hook for three ..... and thanks to the shoe lace we didn’t have far to run back to the back of the pack.
At last we reach the foot of the Tor and up we toiled to the top .... and wasn’t it worth it! The views all around where magnificent and truly worth the climb.
The final leg home was down hill of course and on in to the Rifleman’s Arms.
Thank you for a fabulous run, a pity Dripped on wasn’t feeling so good.
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