QH3 RUN #871
Date : Sunday 21 June 2015 (11:00)
Location: White Horse, Seagrave (LE12 7LT)
Hare: Wallington
Weather: Sunny
Pack size: 11
Run 4 in 1987 was the last time we had a trail from this location, not that we got to see anything of the pub this time around - it was shut. They had moved up the road for the Seagrave village summer fête.
In what used to be QH3's homeland of hashing, hashers trickled in at well past eleven. We thought we'd gained a new hasher, or should I say an old hasher, when a someone appeared asking for the Master. Twiggy, formerly of the Rhine Valley Hash House Harriers, came to the start of the trail to hand over some items of hash memorabilia (see photos). Thanks very much Twiggy, it'll be nice to see you on one of our hash trails - you don't have to run!
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| Barritone blowing the newly acquired horn from Twiggy |
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| Bugger with Twiggy's drinking vessels |
The trail in this now unfamiliar hashing area started well. Sweet Pea was excused from running with a bad heel and IP with newly implanted bionic attachment could hardly be called a pacemaker. The trail then straight-lined for many miles, firstly through fields and then a lot of tarmac. A beer stop made up somewhat for the lack of decent checks allowing the SRBs to catch up. The trusting hare had left two ASDA bags with drinks on the public footpath next to the main road. I say beer stop, actually the only alcoholic content was cider and a lot of softies. No one would have wanted to pinch it!
It was at the beer stop that the first two arrivals by a long way (myself and Ballcrusher) were subjected to a tirade of abuse from a passing pick-up truck. Not for being FRBs but for being responsible for the two blobs of flour that an angry farmer had found on the track to his farm. I say angry, more like narrow minded bigot. We were called pikeys and townies and even an apology for any offence caused didn't assuage his foaming at the mouth. He was not the slightest bit interested in knowing what a group of people were doing following a trail of flour on public footpaths (and a lot of tarmac). Apparently he'd informed the police - hope they had him for wasting their time and discriminatory remarks made about minority groups. Certainly after the beer stop the pack were very reluctant to check out any trails leading to farms, Captain Oates was sent ahead as a decoy.
It was a nice On Inn through fields to the quiet and deserted White Horse. The countryside however, was filled with the sound of police sirens. We told the hare he'd better keep a low profile. Actually the sirens were from the village fête where the police had a car (with siren) on display.
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| Today our circle was held at the village fête as the White Horse was closed |
We supported the fête which included a low fly-past by a Douglas Dakota. The hash gathered discreetly in the corner of the field where Captain Oates was our stand-in RA. I pointed out that Chicki had already texted me claiming the plaudits for today's nice weather. DDs were awarded to:
1. Heroin (fanny bag) and IP (raincoat);
2. Ballcrusher for taking the pikey abuse;
3. Invalids IP (heart) and Sweat Pea (heel);
4. For Durex and Malteaser for finishing off competitive hashing couple IP and Sweet Pea on their last hash trail; and
5. Hare Wallington, despite the On Inn being closed and trail having long straight bits without many checks, was thanked for providing us with a memorable hash trail.
On On...Durex
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| Trail as done by Durex to beer stop Trail as done by Durex from beer stop |
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