BEGIN:VCALENDAR VERSION:2.0 PRODID:-//wp-events-plugin.com//7.2.3.1//EN TZID:Europe/London X-WR-TIMEZONE:Europe/London BEGIN:VEVENT UID:239@sh4.org.uk DTSTART;TZID=Europe/London:20190623T100000 DTEND;TZID=Europe/London:20190623T110000 DTSTAMP:20191112T211643Z URL:https://www.sh4.org.uk/events/hash-1206-hair-of-the-dog/ SUMMARY:South Hams H4 Hash 1206 Hair Of The Dog - Alston Farm Campsite DESCRIPTION:\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nSummer Solstice Weekender\n\n\n\n\n\n\n \n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n \n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nThe words according to Hekkel\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\ n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nWords from the Solstice hash weekend\n\nI usually like to find a theme when I do my scribing\, and the temptation was to choose s omething like ‘the weather’\; then I could have written about That’s Crap’s hot and steamy outfit for Saturday’s red dress run\, the sunsh ine smile of Low-t-arse\,  who\, for once not held back by Barbarella fle w round the hash and was practically a front runner\, or maybe the warmth of Twisted Sister’s generous offer to lay the trail in the absence of on e of the hares (of which more later).\n\nOr else perhaps I could have craf ted something around ‘class’\; then Filth\, Ging Gang and Miss Mouthfu ll would have got a mention for being too posh to slum it in a tent and we nt and stayed in a house instead\, and spent the night drinking Prosecco a nd eating smoked salmon. Rabid\, Hue\, No Thatch\, Damp Patch\, Vindaloo a nd I don’t know who else who were also too posh to eat BBQ food and went to the pub instead. There was some excuse about trying to impress some vi sitors from France\, but I don’t see how a portion of cheesy chips is an y more gastronomically impressive than sausages that have been chargrilled out of existence. British food versus French\; not exactly a level playin g field is it... \nAnd if level playing fields was a theme\, it literally wasn’t one\, the campsite was more like a ski slope\, happily it was fl attish at the upper and lower levels. The hash divided itself according to whether you wanted either to be connected to the mains or else avoid the bracing easterly winds blowing over the campsite (or both) in which case y ou were at the lower\, and at the upper levels were basically the riff-raf f and cheapskates – but we did get a bit of a view of the Kingsbridge es tuary. The bit in-between was a large area of sloping field\, on which nei ther tent nor van\, not even one with massive ramps\, could pitch and whic h became the childrens’ playing field\, and I use the term ‘children ’ loosely\; smallness of stature was no indicator of childishness...\nA ‘red’ theme would just be too obvious\, and anyway some images from th e red dress run are best erased from the memory\, so the theme I have chos en for this weekend is... DRUGS. Yes\, I’ve decided it’s all about the SH4 approach to life’s trials\, tribulations\, triumphs and thrills\, a ll of which can be rolled into one hash camping weekend. Are you ready? He re we go...\nAnti-depressants\nFallen Woman was very depressed at missing out on the pubs of Salcombe due to the lack of arrows pointing into them – I was quite surprised to discover that FW couldn’t find her way into a pub after all those years of practice\, but administered anti-depressan t therapy to her at the drinks stop which I think helped. She drank it dow n quite fast anyway.\nPain relief\nWhisperer trialled Stella as a drug for relief of his back pain. Bee Flicker (whose wig I thought was just fabulo us darling) knelt over his prostrate (even before he had downed his first bottle) form and kneaded his back to loosen it out\, but Whispers decided the Stella was more effective and\, utilising the ‘more is better’ pri nciple\, kept on taking it until he passed out.\nAt the drink stop Goolie and Pony Shafter\, no doubt feeling the mellowing benefits of the previous four pub visits broke into song\, mostly sea-shanties as far as I could t ell\, but which left several of us wincing somewhat. I administered more p ain relief\, mostly to myself.\nEndorphins\nWell\, running is the obvious way to get some of these released into your system\, but naturally there w ere hashers who chose other means: Overshot\, inspired by daughter Eliza c hose backwards roly-poly-ing down the field as his method\, whilst Sniffer busied herself trying to ignore his childish antics. Sushi appears to get his endorphin rush from skimpy underwear – now I don’t know for sure who actually wears it in his relationship\; Ah-So hotly denies it and I fo r one believe her but anyway it’s one of them and he looks very happy ab out it. It takes all sorts. Crackerjack declared it was the second worst d ay of his life\, I know not why\, but think he must have ingested some...\ nSteroids\nThe kids – SURELY they were on something – how can such lit tle people have so much energy?? They did a 7-mile run in the day\, then a nother 8-10 miles in the evening racing around chasing each other. Their p oor parents\, no wonder they look exhausted all the time –that was me on ce\, but long enough ago now that happily amnesia has set in. I don’t th ink there’s a drug for that and if there was\, I wouldn’t take it anyw ay when it comes to recalling the child-rearing years\, I prefer the more psychotropic ones where it’s either all a blur\, or else some hazy fondn ess of halcyon pre-referendum days when there were flowers and smiley happ y people everywhere and everything in the garden was lovely... Sorry\, I d rifted off there. Come 2nite might benefit from memory-enhancement medicat ion though\, having converted to vegetarianism recently\, it appears faced with a pork pie that she completely forgot and tucked in before rememberi ng. It’s the thought that counts\, unless you’re a pig of course\, or indeed a chicken\, sheep or a cow and possibly a fish...\nLubricants\nEeeu w\, this could get messy and I’m going to gloss over the details to save any parents having to explain to their curious children why Tyred Bunny w anted to borrow some butter when it wasn’t for a bun but instead to reli eve his chafing. Least said\, soonest mended\, methinks.\nAnaesthetic\nWas greatly needed by those campers who braved the wintery chills of the Frid ay night\; the families of Nice Buns and Rizzo amongst them who found the conditions less than clement for a mid-summer’s eve. Saturday night seem ed to go better for them\, and they seemed a good deal more cheerful come Sunday morning so we can assume that whatever it was they took\, it worked .\nX-ray contrast agents (‘x-ray dye’ for the non-radiographers\, nurs es\, medics and possibly vets)\nWell\, I couldn’t finish writing these w ords without mentioning dear Know Nuts\, whose gallant efforts to lay the trail were thwarted by his heart which decided to have a hissy fit before the weekend was even under way. Although he will be a walking medicine cab inet for a while\, the drug I have chosen is the one which will reveal on angiogram which of his coronary arteries were all gummed up\, but which by the time you read these Words will be suitably de-coked and raring to go again. Get well soon Know Nuts\, and good luck to Nutcracker who will be o n nursing duties at home as well as at work.\nYou will notice that with th e exception of only one or two of the above\, similar effects could have b een achieved through the use of one simple cure-all that doesn’t even ne ed a doctor’s prescription – ALCOHOL. And indeed\, so it was that no-o ne actually TOOK any of the aforementioned drugs\, but we all did take an awful lot of that one. Thanks for a grand weekend to organiser-in-chief Go olie\, hares Nutcracker\, Twisted Sister and Overshot and to willing helpe rs for setting up gazebo\, fire-pit etc. On-on to the next one.\n\n\n\n\n\ n\n\n - \n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nSummer Solstice Weekender\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\ n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\ n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nThe words according to Hekkel\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n \n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nWords from the Solstice hash weekend\n\nI usually like to find a theme when I do my scribing\, and the temptation was to choose some thing like ‘the weather’\; then I could have written about That’s Cr ap’s hot and steamy outfit for Saturday’s red dress run\, the sunshine smile of Low-t-arse\,  who\, for once not held back by Barbarella flew r ound the hash and was practically a front runner\, or maybe the warmth of Twisted Sister’s generous offer to lay the trail in the absence of one o f the hares (of which more later).\n\nOr else perhaps I could have crafted something around ‘class’\; then Filth\, Ging Gang and Miss Mouthfull would have got a mention for being too posh to slum it in a tent and went and stayed in a house instead\, and spent the night drinking Prosecco and eating smoked salmon. Rabid\, Hue\, No Thatch\, Damp Patch\, Vindaloo and I don’t know who else who were also too posh to eat BBQ food and went to the pub instead. There was some excuse about trying to impress some visit ors from France\, but I don’t see how a portion of cheesy chips is any m ore gastronomically impressive than sausages that have been chargrilled ou t of existence. British food versus French\; not exactly a level playing f ield is it... \nAnd if level playing fields was a theme\, it literally wa sn’t one\, the campsite was more like a ski slope\, happily it was flatt ish at the upper and lower levels. The hash divided itself according to wh ether you wanted either to be connected to the mains or else avoid the bra cing easterly winds blowing over the campsite (or both) in which case you were at the lower\, and at the upper levels were basically the riff-raff a nd cheapskates – but we did get a bit of a view of the Kingsbridge estua ry. The bit in-between was a large area of sloping field\, on which neithe r tent nor van\, not even one with massive ramps\, could pitch and which b ecame the childrens’ playing field\, and I use the term ‘children’ l oosely\; smallness of stature was no indicator of childishness...\nA ‘re d’ theme would just be too obvious\, and anyway some images from the red dress run are best erased from the memory\, so the theme I have chosen fo r this weekend is... DRUGS. Yes\, I’ve decided it’s all about the SH4 approach to life’s trials\, tribulations\, triumphs and thrills\, all of which can be rolled into one hash camping weekend. Are you ready? Here we go...\nAnti-depressants\nFallen Woman was very depressed at missing out o n the pubs of Salcombe due to the lack of arrows pointing into them – I was quite surprised to discover that FW couldn’t find her way into a pub after all those years of practice\, but administered anti-depressant ther apy to her at the drinks stop which I think helped. She drank it down quit e fast anyway.\nPain relief\nWhisperer trialled Stella as a drug for relie f of his back pain. Bee Flicker (whose wig I thought was just fabulous dar ling) knelt over his prostrate (even before he had downed his first bottle ) form and kneaded his back to loosen it out\, but Whispers decided the St ella was more effective and\, utilising the ‘more is better’ principle \, kept on taking it until he passed out.\nAt the drink stop Goolie and Po ny Shafter\, no doubt feeling the mellowing benefits of the previous four pub visits broke into song\, mostly sea-shanties as far as I could tell\, but which left several of us wincing somewhat. I administered more pain re lief\, mostly to myself.\nEndorphins\nWell\, running is the obvious way to get some of these released into your system\, but naturally there were ha shers who chose other means: Overshot\, inspired by daughter Eliza chose b ackwards roly-poly-ing down the field as his method\, whilst Sniffer busie d herself trying to ignore his childish antics. Sushi appears to get his e ndorphin rush from skimpy underwear – now I don’t know for sure who ac tually wears it in his relationship\; Ah-So hotly denies it and I for one believe her but anyway it’s one of them and he looks very happy about it . It takes all sorts. Crackerjack declared it was the second worst day of his life\, I know not why\, but think he must have ingested some...\nStero ids\nThe kids – SURELY they were on something – how can such little pe ople have so much energy?? They did a 7-mile run in the day\, then another 8-10 miles in the evening racing around chasing each other. Their poor pa rents\, no wonder they look exhausted all the time –that was me once\, b ut long enough ago now that happily amnesia has set in. I don’t think th ere’s a drug for that and if there was\, I wouldn’t take it anyway whe n it comes to recalling the child-rearing years\, I prefer the more psycho tropic ones where it’s either all a blur\, or else some hazy fondness of halcyon pre-referendum days when there were flowers and smiley happy peop le everywhere and everything in the garden was lovely... Sorry\, I drifted off there. Come 2nite might benefit from memory-enhancement medication th ough\, having converted to vegetarianism recently\, it appears faced with a pork pie that she completely forgot and tucked in before remembering. It ’s the thought that counts\, unless you’re a pig of course\, or indeed a chicken\, sheep or a cow and possibly a fish...\nLubricants\nEeeuw\, th is could get messy and I’m going to gloss over the details to save any p arents having to explain to their curious children why Tyred Bunny wanted to borrow some butter when it wasn’t for a bun but instead to relieve hi s chafing. Least said\, soonest mended\, methinks.\nAnaesthetic\nWas great ly needed by those campers who braved the wintery chills of the Friday nig ht\; the families of Nice Buns and Rizzo amongst them who found the condit ions less than clement for a mid-summer’s eve. Saturday night seemed to go better for them\, and they seemed a good deal more cheerful come Sunday morning so we can assume that whatever it was they took\, it worked.\nX-r ay contrast agents (‘x-ray dye’ for the non-radiographers\, nurses\, m edics and possibly vets)\nWell\, I couldn’t finish writing these words w ithout mentioning dear Know Nuts\, whose gallant efforts to lay the trail were thwarted by his heart which decided to have a hissy fit before the we ekend was even under way. Although he will be a walking medicine cabinet f or a while\, the drug I have chosen is the one which will reveal on angiog ram which of his coronary arteries were all gummed up\, but which by the t ime you read these Words will be suitably de-coked and raring to go again. Get well soon Know Nuts\, and good luck to Nutcracker who will be on nurs ing duties at home as well as at work.\nYou will notice that with the exce ption of only one or two of the above\, similar effects could have been ac hieved through the use of one simple cure-all that doesn’t even need a d octor’s prescription – ALCOHOL. And indeed\, so it was that no-one act ually TOOK any of the aforementioned drugs\, but we all did take an awful lot of that one. Thanks for a grand weekend to organiser-in-chief Goolie\, hares Nutcracker\, Twisted Sister and Overshot and to willing helpers for setting up gazebo\, fire-pit etc. On-on to the next one.\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n CATEGORIES:Hash Trails LOCATION:Alston Farm Campsite Alston Farm\, Malborough\, England\, TQ7 3BJ\ , Devon GEO:50.25319010206499;-3.7976495772626344 X-APPLE-STRUCTURED-LOCATION;VALUE=URI;X-ADDRESS=Alston Farm\, Malborough\, England\, TQ7 3BJ\, Devon\, United Kingdom;X-APPLE-RADIUS=100;X-TITLE=Alst on Farm Campsite:geo:50.25319010206499,-3.7976495772626344 END:VEVENT BEGIN:VTIMEZONE TZID:Europe/London X-LIC-LOCATION:Europe/London BEGIN:DAYLIGHT DTSTART:20190331T020000 TZOFFSETFROM:+0000 TZOFFSETTO:+0100 TZNAME:BST END:DAYLIGHT END:VTIMEZONE END:VCALENDAR