All Dorset Hospitality Hash House Harriers
Past Hashes in Pictures
ADH4 #1 from the Acorn, Creekmoor
We had a huge turnout for the inaugural run of the combined Dorsert hashes.
The Acorn at Creekmoor was the setting. Master hares, K9 & Strangely Anal, laid what they thought was a good trail. Rubbish! the pack declared afterwards. Not too bad then! We followed parts of the old Roman road, through Creekmoor Woods, than out onto Upton Heath Nature Reserve.
This led us through a BMX/Skateboard assault course.
Regroup at viewpoint overlooking Poole Harbour
Much whooping & squeals of delight followed as our hapless harriers galivanted over the lumps & bumps of the heath. On on across the top of the reserve to pick up the old Castlemain 'corkscrew' railway line, & eventually, skirting the lakes back along the footpaths, to the pub.
Back at the pub K9 was our stand in RA, & much silliness and banter concluded our evening.
Our honourable & revered guests included Mr Bunn, Frostbite & Jockstrap.
The fokker being appointed to Graffiti.
Our pet elf
This was the first united run. Hashing as it should be. Uniting all hashers for fun, fitness & social intercourse. Steady!
Long may All Dorset Hospitality Hash House Harriers live.
The Fokker
The Seniors 'down down'
ADH4 Run#2 from the Vibrant Forest Brewery:
It wasn't very long, and there was little shiggy; but it was dry, and pretty countryside.
As the starting point was the Vibrant Forest Brewery, it was only natural, - & would have been rude not - to have a "schooner" before the off. My glass of Hoppy, Keggy, Slightly Fizzy Cold Pale Ale certainly hit the spot😃
So we were to the West of the old Roman road connecting Hardley to Dibden Purlieu, following Turnup's trail like lost lice on a bald man's head 😳 He had magnificently laid it single handed early that afternoon. Checks were an after thought! The guidance for what the dust signified was changing all the time. Now it doesn't take much to confuse half minded hashers and we were ideal candidates.
Our pet elf on his perch again
However, plenty of re-groups saved us errant runners from straying too far, and a couple of well placed fish hooks brought the group back together. The distant views of the forest were stunning. This is a beautiful part of the New Forest and deserves more exploration. On On the merry group ran through Fawley Enclosure. Kan Kan taking the lead at will, with Turned On trying hard to keep up. K9 & Strangely & Ellie with no name were lurking in the middle of the pack hatching a cunning plan to avoid fish hooks. All to no avail !
Our 4 Mile hash ended up returning to the Brewery where much silliness, as usual, ensued. Great work by Turnup. Lovely area and well worth the long drive from the conurbation.
ADH4 Run # 3 The Beach Hut BBQ at Alum Chine
So, Run number three of the refreshed and smelling wonderful ADH4, commenced from a beach hut not far from Alum Chine. Not so much a trail, more an attempt to wrestle us in to a state of dizziness by sending us along the prom, not along the prom. up some steps, no, not those steps, other steps. Back along the prom, up some more steps, yes those steps. Back, up, down, around and back again. The Hares had obviously imbibed many, many cold ones before laying this trail. Normally the Westcliff and chines are a delight to run around. Normally ! However in the hands of two professional half-minds it was a disaster. We were scattered like a dropped bag of marbles. Heading off in all directions. K9 knows this area well. "Aha ! I know where This is going" He didn't. Gretal thought he got the scent. He hadn't. Sex Slave found it. "Lets get well ahead before we call it", she didn't say. On on into the woods heading towards Canford Library. Strangely knew where we were going. "Up to the wooden model Ant, come on" Sadly there was not an ounce of powder in that direction. We turned back in the woods, Yes, those woods, and almost back to the start of the run. But wait....dust can be seen across The Avenue.
Now traffic dodging is not an easy feat to master, as K9 found on another hash outing recently, and getting around 15 hashers across this main road was a case of great care and every man (and woman) for him/her self. Miraculously, there was not One hospital case. At this point the delerium set in. Powder led us into Branksome Chine woods, out of the woods, in, out, shake it all about. Instructions from the Hare, "Don't turn Right in the woods" only to appear like a ghostly goul and point us....Right ! It gets better. "On back" he calls. Strangely is at this point across the gardens searching for non existing powder. "On Back" Everyone forms an unscripted re-group. "Right, now, what were gonna do is. we're gonna go across the garden and turn Right, because we got lost at this point and I think that goes back towards the beach" It did. Arriving at The Avenue, about 100 yards north of where we went in, we got more vital information from the hare "Now, the trail goes up there. But, you don't want to do that cos its boring" The hashers immediately take off in that direction. Eventually the runners divide into several groups. Some are catatonic, some are confused and some career off across the Westcliff like men (and women) possessed. By some miracle we all arrive back at the beach hut. We have have squeezed the trail out to 5 miles, and made it home in just under an hour. All in all a pretty good job done by Boy Lost and Wiggie. Confused us, got us lost and somehow got us all back. A special mention must be given to the wonderful Israeli Commando who without fuss produced about 1200 sausage rolls for the shattered flock. A lively circle by GM gave the Fokker award to Graffiti Pete for the fifth consecutive time. They are trying to tell you something Graffiti. ONON s.a.