VENUE: Beachy Head, St Philip
DATE: Bank Holiday Tuesday 2 nd August, 2005
HARES: Mark Doctoroff et al
SCRIBE: Stella Matthews aided and abetted by George, Joanna & Louise Matthews
We knew this would be a good opportunity to introduce our daughters Louise & Joanna (holidaying from Scotland) to the hash; as hash virgins they would appreciate a flat run that was not too long; they were not disappointed.
Having followed all the BH3 signs from the airport Ginger Bay was easy to find, apart from when we followed one hasher en route (who shall be nameless) who didn’t use any indicators so obviously the ON ON generosity only works when you’re running, if your in the car forget it and don’t let other drivers know where you intend on going!
After parking on slightly rocky & muddy terrain, (only Liz required additional coaching on how not to park on the mud where her wheels would spin) we willingly bundled all our gear down the steps to the beach to see at closer view the beautiful ocean rolling into Ginger Bay . Glorious sunshine and gentle breezes gave us added enthusiasm for the run which we were soon to endure.
The Hash bar was already set up under the shade of the trees which was suitably close to an overgrown area which provided much needed privacy for changing and latrine.
Our Hares were Mark Doctoroff, Francoise and David Sterling, and we were treated to a French, Spanish & German translation of the Barbados Hash 20 th celebrations (not 15 th as Mark clearly could not remember) later this year by Francoise and crew. Very cosmopolitan.
Looking around the gathered throng it was surprising to see so many hashers had turned up on this bank holiday morning considering that many admitted to having been jumping up at Kadooment yesterday, some not getting home till late evening after a long day shaking and wiggling their bits and drinking hard all day; some were evidently rather sunburned (e.g Carey “Full Beam” Edghill with her head dress burned on her forehead).
Any how back to the hash, with the shout of ON ON our FRBs were quick to head back up the steps from the bay for the ON. Our route snaked through streets past many gardens where viscous dogs were tied (thank goodness for chains other wise we would all have been minus our ankles - at least). The flour trail was followed along side cane fields and I didn’t notice if any of the hashers were tempted to steal one or two chickens from the cages for the BBQ but there were definitely wings on the grill later.
I have to say that it was a quiet hash as we heard very few shouts of ON ON or R U or Checking . The FRBs did a wonderful job of finding the trail quickly so there was little time to mess about. Apparently Mike “Baron Tongas” stopped at a rum shop to swig some beer (not Banks) but he was duly punished later.
Back on to the main road and again through housing areas with the smell of the sea drifting our way we knew we were close to the ON IN, down through the road to the crane beach. We could even see the old jetty as a dark shadow in the depths of the water, it’s amazing how the coastal areas have changed over the years.
A clear run along the crane beach back, kicking off our trainers as we went (at least I was) to Ginger Bay and a welcome splash into the sea to cool down followed by a swift banks or two. The walkers were not far behind which is just as well as the air temperature was very high and everyone was looking a bit pink of face.
DOWN DOWN????? WHO GOT WHAT I don’t know.
Several hash virgins
Hog Shirt
Shit Shirt
Poofter shirt
The camera man required additional help as his camera either ran out of space or gave up the ghost.
BBQ well cooked grub although the dogs managed a few sandy beef burgers.
A grand bank holiday hash was had by all.
Many thanks to the hares for setting such a good one.
