In which the Mersea Hash House Harriers get all poetic
Sometimes it makes a change to run in an urban environment and this just what we did on Saturday (24 January). Although there were a surprising number of historical elements to this outing.
Thro' bloody flood or field to dash,
O how unfit!
But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed,
The trembling earth resounds his tread.
It also happened to co-incide with Burns Night the following evening and there was much talk of Haggis with most of the emphasis being on the accompanying whisky.
Such a clean and sober looking young man - I don't think, somehow, he was a hasher! |
Matilda lies in wait outside 'The Live and Let Live' pub where the hash started and finished |
How about this for a sneak peek through the fence that is actually a garden pond whose origins were a river. |
The Hare sets us a challenge before we set off they obviously found it amusing! |
Despite the cold it was a bright enough day and there were surprisingly plenty of open green spaces to be enjoyed |
There's got to be a pile of sawdust round here somewhere! |
I told you it was full of history - a, muddy, jaunt along Gryme's Dyke which is part of an iron-age fortification - it was devilish too |
Climbing up out of the ditch |
Who Wears showing how to get your leg over on a hash |
And there were lots of opportunities to have a go at getting your leg over on this outing |
Of course the challenge that the Hare set was to take note of how many roads we'd passed which were named after poets. I wish I had taken more notice when he was giving out the instructions! You will have to have an outing there yourselves to count how many!
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