Urgent Message - tonight's run!

The forecast is terrible but Just Bull, intrepid as ever is setting the hash anyway.   If the weather does get worse … the run might be called off but Just Bull has laid on mulled wine and mince pies etc at her house … so please come anyway!

See you later ….. ON ON

The Next few Hashes

Wednesday 18th December  :   Christmas Hash Just Bull ….. her house (see email or contact WAM!

Wednesday 25th December:   Father Christmas "a chimney near you"  (i.e. I think we might all be busy doing other stuff!

Wednesday 1st January:   New Year's Day Hash: Daylight & BBQ after  Bankok and Ferret's place  ….   (see email for times and address or contact WAM!  Please let B & F know if you are coming and how many hangers on you are bringing… Thank you

Run 767- Tom Tom Ash Common …. on down the Lethbridge Arms

Ash Common a rhyme by Gentleman Caller.

(he didn't say who was there!)

It was a cold dark night and the wind was still as we gathered in Ash Common looking up at the hills.

‘Up’ went the shout and into the night we did run, following the call of ‘on, on’ just for fun. 

We followed the leaders into the woods, then up a muddy track with calls of “oh crap”, 

On to a road with a check by a gate and into a field I followed my mates.

Across the fields we followed the path to a nice looking farm with a pond, we passed.

Down though more fields to a stile we go until after a while we came to a road.

Into a village called Halse we turned by a sign post with a check that had been put there by our host.

Through yet more fields we followed the flour around this small village until we passed the church tower.

Onto the regroup we all stopped with a whoop, to eat all the chocolates and sweets, oh what a treat.

The regroup did not last long before to calls of ‘on, on’ when we went over the bridge and up to the dark ridge, where the glow of the town could be seen in the night as we followed the flour with our touch lights.

Across the longest field I ever have been in, we all passed though a gate back towards the beginning.

Once on the road back to the common I heard the footsteps of Baby Spice coming, then just when she thought that she would pass me and Grasshopper had gone off in a flash, he didn’t want to be beaten by a woman you see, there was a noise of breaking glass, as my head torch came off, dispensing the batteries onto the grass.

Back at the cars we said our goodbyes, leaving the rest to their own demise.

Off they all went to the Lethbridge Arms; I hope that no one came to any harm.

What a great run we had that night, thank to the effort of Liz or should I say Tom Tom, “WELL DONE”.