For a drinking club with a running problem the Alexandra Hotel is an excellent hash venue. A
great selection of real ales, drinks at good prices and close to the railway
station for those who like to drink and not drive. Thirty minutes before the
start I got a text from the hares (Too
Tuf and Chicki) to say this was
going to be a “live hare” with a kind of message that requested we didn’t go
too fast just in case we caught them up. So we started promptly on time with Bugger shooting off in front on a
mission to catch the hares.
First mile was a large loop that returned back to the Alex
but on the other side of the road. That’s the walkers route sorted I thought
but even the walkers weren’t tempted by the closeness of the ON-INN where rule
7b could have applied – if you can see the pub from the trail, follow the pub
and not the flour. I was already well at the back having checked well past the
Derby Telegraph building and having to get over the devastation of finding out
the Smithfield (another good real ale house) had closed down.
Checks worked well and I seemed to get caught by most of the
early ones. It was only in the latter part of the trail, when I could smell the
fear of the hares, that I got on a roll, out in front with welcome back Eunuch in pursuit. We headed for the
railway station, surely the hares hadn’t crossed the railway here. Oh yes they
had. The flour stopped at the entrance to the footbridge and started again
outside the main entrance not far from the ON INN. After being let through the
ticket barriers this was a check of no return. Just as well Chicki had been accompanied through the
station else she might have ended up in Sheffield .
Dobber led the
circle outside the pub (it’s only Quorn that’s going soft) and the hares were
dealt with first being thanked for a good run. Eunuch was welcomed back and Parker
also got a DD for something. Many now run with smartphones or GPSs so we can
all work out where we’ve been, how long the hash was and how many beers we can
drink before calories on the run have been exceeded. Chicki has learnt to tell the time on her GPS (Tuf sold her the
idea that a GPS was a Get to Pub Sooner device). Malteaser on the other hand operates her mapping application by
voice control on her iPhone which recorded her distance as 0 km. Did she get
her DD as a non-runner?
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