Hashing heaven! A run from our local pub except today, on account of the biting wind and rain, it was much more pleasant to drive to the Mason's Arms for the traditional Mickleover Hash House Harriers' Christmas run. The temperature - cold - was about right for Christmas but the wind and rain left us sheltering in shop doorways before the ON OUT, which, when it came, coincided with the rain stopping. After a loop around central Mickleover, loose shoe laces saw me at the back of the pack with the walkers. Everyone else had disappeared off-trail leaving Dobber the hare to send me, and me alone, along the the right trail. When you are by yourself on a dark wet windy urban hash it can be very hard going. So many choices of direction but at least, despite the rain, the flour had stuck. After about 10 minutes I was reunited with the rest of the hashers who had only cut a minor corner off the trail. There was a lot of corners and loops on this trail, clevery set by our experienced hare in the warren of residential streets and alley ways that is Mickleover.
It is bad enough now-our-days to have to struggle to keep up with Bugger and Malteaser, but being repeatedly overtaken by bright plastic orange cardboard recycling bags, emptying their contents all over the streets of Mickleover, I must be getting old! As the hash run continued numbers declined like "ten green bottles hanging on the wall". After each check we seemed to lose another hasher. But back in the pub nobody was missing in action.
The usual copious mince pies were available providing enough calories to keep us hashing well into next summer. No hash subs were paid and hashers were treated to free beer without the need to have done a misdemeanour. It was Christmas! Well done Dobber for a good run. Hashy Christmas everyone.
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