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About two dozen hashers from Hardy's H3 and friends from North Wilts H3 gathered for a weekend of walking and socialising based on the Fox and Hounds between Okehampton and Lydford. These pictures were taken by BOF and Calculator Kid. |
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On the Friday evening we walked in darkness along an abandoned railway line to The Castle at Lydford where we had our evening meal. We celebrated FOT's birthday. |
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Kipper tells a joke!
BOF was the only hasher to stay awake to the end and has recorded the joke for the rest of you to read and enjoy. Please click here to read the joke. |
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At the end of an excellent evening we staggered back in the dark along the old railway line with owls and bats swooping over our heads and we heard the distant pathetic whimpering of Calculator Kid who was lost and sitting in a gully sucking his thumb scared of bogie men. The next morning we enjoyed a 7.5 mile walk which was varied, muddy and interesting. A large group went wandering off in the wrong direction over the moors and would still be there now in the mist and wet had BOF not gallantly rescued them showing great bravery. (Hey - I'm doing this website so I'm entitled to fantasize about my heroic deeds!) |
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After the lost wanderers had been rounded up we arrived at the pub at Peter Tavey for lunch - muddy and tired but having enjoyed an excellent walk. |
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Having arrived back at The Fox and Hounds we dispersed to perform the traditional Hash routine before the evening meal - sh*t, shave, sh*g and shower. Back in 1991, BOF and Organgrinder had their first date at The New Inn, West Knighton and played pool. (Aaaarh! Isn't that romantic?) Seventeen years later, after sharing a post-walk bath they played a return match. |
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Which reminds BOF of the Hash Walking Weekend from Dulverton in 1991. At the Red Lion where we were staying there was a snooker table but women were not allowed to use it. Lagerlout, who is a rather good snooker player (she has given me many a memorable thrashing on a snooker table) had something to say about that!
Dulverton, 1991 |
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| An elaborate joke was played on Miracle Gro and Spreadlegs. They were fooled into believing that there was a fancy dress 'cross-dressing' theme in the evening. However, everyone else knew about this joke and wore ordinary clothes. It worked and the unsuspecting couple entered the bar looking gorgeous! | ||
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 Calculator Kid couldn't resist joining in! |
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| Some of the Harriettes performed an impromptu striptease. Pictures of this event can be purchased from me for a fiver each. | ||
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| A game 'A Question of Hashing' was organised by Hooker, H5N1 and friends. | ||
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One of the games was to guess the hasher from photos with the faces obscured. Here are some pictures for you to test your skills of deduction. Please click here if you want to skip the quiz. |
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| Any way - back to the walking weekend.... | ||
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The next morning we walked the Lydford Gorge. Unfortunately most of it was closed. H5N1 celebrated her 50th Hash with an engraved mug and dressed up as the Fairy of Lydford Glen. |
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Please click on the picture at left to download
a video (13 MB) taken at the waterfall.
This may take several minutes to download and start playing. |
On the way home we stopped at the very strange
Highwayman Pub - the website is reached by clicking
here.
This includes a video tour of the inn. |
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This is a version of Kipper's joke remembered by BOF during brief moments of waking. A couple were out golfing and the wife sliced a ball which went through the window of a nearby old house smashing the window. Highly embarrassed, they knocked on the door and were invited in by a very elderly, wizened old man. The couple profusely apologized when they saw the smashed window and a smashed vase inside. "That no problem!" said the ancient man. "I'm a genie and, by smashing that vase, you have released me after being trapped in there for hundreds of years" "I can grant each of us a wish. What is your wish, my dear?" the genie asked the woman. "I'd like a brand new kitchen, new curtains and carpets and a brand new waste bin!" said the ever practical woman excitedly. "And for you sir?" "I want a sports car, a lifetime's supply of strawberry-flavoured condoms and a really low golf handicap!" said the ever impractical man. "All those wishes are granted and you will find everything in order when you get home. My wish" said the genie "is to take your wife upstairs and have kinky, mind-blowing sex with her for the rest of the day" The couple were unsure about this but, being greedy and afraid they would lose their gains, they agreed and the genie and wife went upstairs where they thrashed around noisily for hours to the husband's concern. Eventually, they came down stairs with the genie's ancient face creased with smiles and the wife dishevelled and enjoying a post-coital warm glow. "There's one thing that puzzles me" said the genie. "How can two grown-up intelligent people like you believe in genies?" Please click here to return to the pictures. |
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