Location: Lady Bay, Nottingham (NG2 5BE)
Hare: Butcher's Dog
Weather: Cold and crisp and even
Pack size: 10
B*gger reports:
After pulling into the car park for The Lady Bay at 7:12pm, Butcher's was seen sitting in her car, there was a few other cars present but none belonged to hashers…..
However, shortly afterwards Trianal arrived by car, Die Rear ambled in having walked ¼ mile from house, then Too Tuf appeared on his own having traipsed the ½ mile from the other side of Bridgford. The circle was got underway as, it was, to turn a phrase, f**king cold and a mixture of snow and ice on the ground. The pack was just about to leave when Silent Pants and Clementine rolled in and when they were ready to go, Butt Plug joined us.
Out of the car park and onto the icy roads around the pub then down to the river bank. A quick blast along the unlit riverside path brought us to a check at Lady Bay Bridge, however, we continued onwards upstream, but at the Grantham canal, we were all called back having failed to see a check. As mentioned earlier the ground was covered in snow but our hare had cunningly mixed curry powder with the flour so you could see it – well if you got to within about 2ft and shone a torch at it you could just about determine whether it was blob of flour or yellow snow…
The next check stuffed us all, until Goblin sniffed it out going down what looked like a dead end but coming out near the TBI. At Trent Bridge, Trianal re-joined the pack, he had been AWOL for about 10 minutes on the river bank. The trail headed back towards West Bridgford past the Council Office and the cricket ground, and then into the warren of streets around where Butcher's once lived. Eventually we made it back on the Grantham canal for a couple of hundred yards then back to the roads and alleyways of Lady Bay and the welcome sight of the pub.
In the pub we found Clementine looking warm – he had been for an amble found some flour then went back. We had a quietish circle in the pub – virtually all softies. It was a good trail set in hostile conditions - the hare said she got cold at 3.7 miles so cut it short – the GPS plot shows nearer 5 miles, and as we settled down to some Social Drinking – Captain Oates turned up, 5 hours late, after another epic Oatesy saga.
That's how the last run of the year was reported to me by B*gger - I was running elsewhere with the Scarborough H3.
Hashy New Year...On On ..Durex
Out of the car park and onto the icy roads around the pub then down to the river bank. A quick blast along the unlit riverside path brought us to a check at Lady Bay Bridge, however, we continued onwards upstream, but at the Grantham canal, we were all called back having failed to see a check. As mentioned earlier the ground was covered in snow but our hare had cunningly mixed curry powder with the flour so you could see it – well if you got to within about 2ft and shone a torch at it you could just about determine whether it was blob of flour or yellow snow…
The next check stuffed us all, until Goblin sniffed it out going down what looked like a dead end but coming out near the TBI. At Trent Bridge, Trianal re-joined the pack, he had been AWOL for about 10 minutes on the river bank. The trail headed back towards West Bridgford past the Council Office and the cricket ground, and then into the warren of streets around where Butcher's once lived. Eventually we made it back on the Grantham canal for a couple of hundred yards then back to the roads and alleyways of Lady Bay and the welcome sight of the pub.
In the pub we found Clementine looking warm – he had been for an amble found some flour then went back. We had a quietish circle in the pub – virtually all softies. It was a good trail set in hostile conditions - the hare said she got cold at 3.7 miles so cut it short – the GPS plot shows nearer 5 miles, and as we settled down to some Social Drinking – Captain Oates turned up, 5 hours late, after another epic Oatesy saga.
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| Trail as done by B*gger |
Hashy New Year...On On ..Durex
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| Trail as done by Durex (Scarborough H3 # 2581!) |
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