Not giving the Farmer his Fun, Fun, Fun

Hares + Harvesting = Happy Hashers

The Mersea Hash House Harriers met at The Red Lion Pub in Marks Tey near Colchester this week. There was a mild panic as the car park was full when we arrived but thanks to some creative parking, Becci and I were soon ready for the off. We were joined by our "Commando Runners" buddy, Mark, for what, I think, was his first Hash. Both Becci and Mark had been at the Spitfire Scramble at the weekend and clocked up over twenty miles each! And here they were keeping their muscles supple with a hash - that's the way to stop aching limbs?

Matilda, bless her, sneaking a little parking place!

Oh yeah! Super runners Mark and Becci - bring it on!

Last 7.30 pm meeting and you can see why - it's virtually dark already.

Ah the peace and quiet of the countryside

Where are they all going?

The combine had covered up the sawdust hashing signs to tell us to
disappear into the hedgerow

What the heck do they think they are doing going so slowly...
I was so panicked because I could see....

a ruddy great combine heading their way - look they are still
sauntering along - he won't take any prisoners and
you have to hope he's seen you.

That's more like it - a bit of speed and panic

A little shrine to someone's grandad

Another one of those tee shirts

The hashers hump (like the widow's but caused by looking
for sawdust)

On on, before the sun sets

Wonder if you can get Hasher's lung from
breathing in all that dust

Our usual long line of runners disappearing into the distance

See that long arm - if you get any closer you might
end up...a mashed hasher

Catching up whilst keeping fit - brilliant!

Very pretty - the wild flowers, and the hasher, of course.

Beautiful

Lovely

Harvest Hashtival

Still nattering - you've got to be fit to run and talk
they are!

Keep going

not that far - no-one's following you.
He had the last laugh - he was on the right track.

It was difficult at times to see where you were going

Never mind he knows the way - totally wrong, of course.

There is something wonderful about running at dusk
but nothing more wonderful than the sight of the pub at the end of
a really enjoyable hash.

We had two hares who were both young and fit so it was obviously going to be a long, tough run. It was great to see the countryside in action as the Farmers work on into the evening gathering in the harvest. Well Hashers need their beer!

Overheard

• You want to be careful she will write that on her blog - yes.
• Not enough jelly babies - oh no they are obsessed with the jelly babies.
• We changed it to a whip because we wanted to stop - what can I say that's Hasher's for you - break the rules whenever you can.
• Read instructions? - told you.
• His Hashing handle is Mrs Slocombe, because .... yes I think we can work that one out thank you.
• Mersea Island Hashers started 20 years ago and I've been running ever since - amazing, bet you're tired, you sure it's running you've been doing non-stop ever since?
• Some of the originals are dead - I wonder what killed them!

The usual stats

Map my run obviously thinks hashing is hiking - somebody tell them please!

Well that's all folks - so until next time - happy running, hashing etc