Run 1405 the Fox and Hounds at Boston Spa – hares Rambo and Cheesy Grin
What a lovely sunny day for a Hash, the pack consisted of Frosty Bollocks, The Judge, Matilda, Wheels, Easy Access, Little World, Lick it up, new boots Lauren, Budget and
Sun tan lotion on =- water drank and the pack was let loose on the town of Boston Spa, wheels soon found the trail and it was on on up the road past Martin house hospice to the first check. The pack were convinced we were not going into town and the false trails worked well, on on onto the main street to another check – again the pack went the wrong way (this was the pattern of the day) and the hares had to point them in the right direction. Down the High street and a cleverly placed for sale sign covered up the footpath signpost on the opposite side of the road! Wheels the grand doyen of the hash decided to Check it out and found the path down to the fast flowing river, as the on on was being called a gentleman ran out of his house and was smiling and over the moon he had found a hash! He was from azerbijan and we dragged him away from his ironing to come with us. His hash name reflects the nature in which he joined us KNEEJERK!
On on to the river and a shady stretch and once again the pack took a good falsie. Wheels led the pack upto the main road and onto the check – the falsies were good and well thought out and kept the pack together. The next check fooled the mad woman and off she went in the searing heat on another falsie! Well done mezza.
The next check was the farmyard and you guessed it – after running round in the shit and slurry Matilda led them up the wrong track with Budget……deep in conversation off they went, followed by the sheep who had failed to see the flour on the tractor wheel.
After being called back by the Judge and Frosty we were off again on the right track – Lord Litchfield aka Wheels was last seen taking a picture of a big goat which promptly had a shit at the sight of wheels taking his picture,
On across the meadows with all the farm animals you could mention in them and onto the check and the tunnel specially laid on for a non runner – aka shaggyplug. Cheesy guided the pack through the knee deep cold water and safely out the other side, a welcome diversion on a hot day. The check was called and Wheels said there is a path of to the left isn’t there and promptly shot off the wrong way again! Kneejerk found the footpath and the on on was called. Up the path, through the nettles with easy worlds leading the way – over more styles and meadows and fields of miniature horses and into the village of Clifford, the Albion pub was the beer stop which was well earned and refreshing. After the normal hash banter and the Judge on the end of non stop scouse jokes it was time to move on again. The check was called and “it’s a footpath it must be up here” and off track they went again much to the delight of the hares. The arrow was laid and up the road into Boston Spa again and on on past Martin House Hospice and the on inn.
A well earned pint was had and the conversation took the form of “where was Mezza – she was behind us a minute ago” the old lass came trotting home having done the first part of the Hash again!
Down Downs were had on the toilet seat in the pub garden – which was duly filled with ice – Cheesy did the honours and left shit stains on the ice! Mezza followed, and the judge plus Lauren who being a new boots HAD a pair of new boots on drank her pint from the trainer from the glass! The familiar cry of “I don’t like beer was heard but it didn’t stop her downing it) after the down downs we had our own picknick provided by the hares (well done the Judge! – there was enough to feed the Regiment) the raffle was done and all too soon it was time to leave and head off home.
An excellent Hash in virgin territory, (I believe Anne Berlin didn’t like us in her territory but tough – its great hashing country and should be used more!
It was a pleasure laying it and a we claimed four new Hashers to the Yorkshire Hash.
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