"Nor have I," Dick responded. "And yet that man stirring a pot of curry told us that we'd see plenty. Do you think he was trying to mislead us?"
"You never know - with people from Yorkshire," replied Julian, gravely.
"Oh, Timmy!" called George. "Have you found some chalk? Oh, no! Oh, Timmy, that's disgusting! Get your nose out of that!"
"As the actress said to the bishop," laughed Anne.
"You know," mused Dick, "I've a jolly good mind to go back to that man, wolf up his curry and wash it down with lashings of beer!"
"Me too!" said Anne. "But make mine lashings of wine!"
"Woof!" agreed Timmy.
The storms which disrupted play at the Gabba also washed out the chalk marks Leave Pass had spent three hours making. He said that we should still have been able to discern traces of arrows on the footpath. Can any junior (or senior) sleuth see what he's pointing at here?
By the time we started the run/walk the weather had passed over and we had a pleasant stroll around Upper Kedron, followed by some very tasty home-cooked curry and a selection of the retro lollies the Famous Five would have used to rot their teeth and pull out their fillings. Thanks, Leave Pass!
2013 has seen a lot of hashers overseas as well as half-seas-over. Eweshggr had some beautiful images of New Zealand to show off, and Mile High and Hugandkiss had had a great time on their round-the-world tour. Haughty and Culture were glad to be back after 3 months of living out of backpacks. Last Sunday (17th November) they'd joined members of the Taunton Hash for a run from the Greyhound Inn, Stogursey (deep in deepest Somerset.) This was just a mile or so from the village of Holford where Culture was born, and very close to Fairfield House (Culture used to be invited there for afternoon tea from time to time when she was younger and better behaved.) It was a really enjoyable run, with innumerable checks and some seriously muddy sections. Here's the extremely friendly and welcoming Hash after a good clean-up:
The visitors were among those awarded a down, down, and so was the hare's dog - who'd disappeared in pursuit of some pheasants while "helping" to set the run. The other dog had not committed any offences, but really loves beer and was feeling somewhat envious....
Next run details
When: Sunday 1st December, 5 pm
Where: Le W*nk's bijou riverside residence in Mitchelton
Hares: Le W*nk and George
(If you need directions to this run, please email us)
On, on!
