Mersea Island Hash House Harriers Polstead

Out Hashing again

Helen drove Becci and I to the pretty village of Polstead in the Suffolk countryside on a wet summer evening.

We were meeting at The Cock Inn for another evening of Hashing through field and lane.

The umbrellas were up as we sheltered before the start of the run
outside the pub

The rain stopped just after we set off through some of the loveliest fields and lanes.

Some Harriers disappearing down the lane searching for
the right trail

However, it was incredibly humid and every time we stopped we were plagued by insects but, fortunately, they didn't seem to be the biting kind.  Still, everything looked so green and there was that wonderful aroma of hot dry earth just after the rain had fallen.

Almost traffic free lanes make for lovely running

Steep woodland paths but very soft and comfortable underfoot

Sue about to disappear into the green

Our route took us through woodland tracks and along the edges of fields where wild flowers were in full bloom. Runners of all abilities and ages enjoying the summer evening in companionable silence or light banter.

Helen and Sue enjoying the evening 

These two were very excited to see a lot of Hash House Harriers

There were some gorgeous houses in the village

Next time you are walking in the countryside and see some
sawdust you will be just as wise as I am as to
what it might mean

The rain made everything look bathed in technicolour gloriousness

The advantage of wet roads is electrolytes which help you run better

Running in all directions

The fields were huge in this part of Suffolk

A lovely farm house with a crenellated doorway

Some, but not all, took advantage of this
downhill and ran flat out

Sadly The Cock Inn pub was not open on a Monday evening but we headed off to The Anchor in Stoke by Nayland a nearby village where about twenty of us quenched our thirst out on the gorgeous terrace. It was very posh as I had a packet of Gressingham Duck with Hoisin Sauce crisps with my Lime & Soda!

Memorable quotes of the evening:

"I've been wearing shorts this year - wonderfully liberating!" 

"There's ten points for anyone who limber dances under that" (referring to fallen  tree that we had to crouch to get under, causing much moaning and groaning)

"If I'd brought a horse then this would be much easier"

The  usual stats

Another wonderful summer evening hash.