Pub shut. Supposedly the managers(?) went on a corporate training course (Monday? as the pub was open when Glenn went past over the weekend). They were so wrecked on the Tuesday that they decided they were not in a fit state to open. Moose concluded that the landlord was a lightweight as he couldn’t hold his beer. (Ed. That is possibly sexist and we must await the official report before giving summary judgement).
I suppose that avoids angry customers having to wait in a queue. However, it meant that there was plenty of parking spaces.
Breaking with tradition, the GM thanked the hares for a lovely run before we even begin.
This avoids embarrassment if it is not.
We are joined tonight by Military Fitness Fanatics (x3), five if we include the hares.
Set off towards the Red Lion then across the green towards another pub that isn’t open (Horse and Groom, demolished) and down by the side of the tennis club (I see the map says
that it is a football club).
NW to Pugh’s Wood. Here the short’s left us and went short. The hare looked at his phone again to see where the long route went. Just guessing here, but I suspect that Tuesday hare was not the flour hare. There was a nice jog around the fields towards Penn Bottom but we didn’t plumb those depths. Instead, we arose again and went Brook Wood, then down the social ladder to Common.
Another look at the phone. The GM confirms that the hare is on the right route (GMs know everything) and we rejoin the short trail. Here, Kate is disqualified for being too professional and competitive by stretching her calf muscles while stationary. She is sent straight to jail (ok, Horse and Jockey). Spy, ever the gentleman, agrees to escort her. The rest of us wend our way through Common Wood and out onto the streets of the housingestate (not Aylesbury).
Bodie (dog) seems not to see her owner, even at close range. Nice Butt calls her. She goes to Mia. Mia calls her. Bodie goes to Mia. Nice Butt calls her again. She tries to kill Wing C . It is almost as though Bodie has heard some weird stuff about vets and definitely can’t afford the bill if that is what NB is trying serve her. (Ed. Odd, as Mia is distracted, thinking about Saturday night, which will definitely not be boring).
Favourite part of the hash for the some was the last two hundred metres, apart from Lawrence, who still thinks in old empire units.
Most peeps decided to leave their cars at the QH and walk to the HJ. The GM gave a short speech thanking the hares (who weren’t there) again. However, this was enough to encourage a (the?) local man to interrupt . I think he was trying to get Moneypenny’s attention. When I told him that she lives down Cock Lane, he could not believe his luck (he was hard of hearing, but not imagination). MP turned a beetroot shade of red and set off the infra red fire detector. Was that a sign of (a) embarrassment or (b) expectation? If anyone said (b) you can join Norway on null point.
Anyway, good run, good pub. Thank you hares. Enjoy the birthday party.