Run 1761 - 08 August 2021
Date: 8/8/2001
Hares: Just Say When & Mummy's Boy
Run Number: 1761
Location: La Cascada, Marbella
Number of Hashers: 30 odd
Virgins: None
Visitors: None
Run Score: 9.9 (see below)
Anniversaries: Nine One One, 24!
Report:
The drama started early Sunday morning, way before most Hashers had grabbed their "socks" and continued apace throughout the day and into the evening.
Another blisteringly hot Sunday saw thirty odd mad dogs and.......... gather under the cover of the fir trees above Montua and la Cascada waiting to see what dastardly route would follow.
The beer stop said it all, Seaman Stains was sent out in Carmen's Ambulance to seek and retrieve Five Knuckle who had tried to emulate El Cid from the previous week (fractured ankle and plaster cast). His weakened leg ( from Summer Camp) had buckled, causing a bad ankle sprain. He will have to set next week's run on crutches.
Back at the beer stop an exhausted Calonic could go no further. He had failed to see the Macho/walkers split and gone over the mountain rather than around it. The ambulance was full and that only left the beer dray, Mummy's Boys Camero full of beer and Messyfarty in the passenger seat. Somehow he squeezed in but will no longer be fighting paternity issues, leaving hair and DNA on the roof - now approaching sixty and balding!
Back at the Circle, returners were heckled and the aniversario praised. Colonic gave the run a resounding 9.9, well it had to be after 9.8 for the previous weeks worn out trails ( 9.2 for the previous week and 9.4 for this was perhaps more accurate).
Mummy's Boy was iced for letting his pursuit vehicle run out of fuel. In his defence he blamed stress, a faulty fuel gauge and going up a near vertices hill in pursuit of JSW. Turned around with the help of a local bodybuilder he then proceeded to take on the mile to the filling station without power. According to onlookers the first roundabout was taken on Two Wheels in order to maintain speed for the level stretch ahead. The forecourt loomed, in the wrong way and halting across two aisles and four pumps. "You can't park there" said the attenders. "Well shuv it" came back the reply. Refuelled and burning rubber it was off in hot pursuit of JSW, now wearing two rucksacks, eventually tracking her down above the waterfalls.
Still the cooking was not complete for the promised picnic in the park and so a hasty return to base camp and a final loading of the beer dray and the mobile kitchen.
The circle complete, it was into the park for a feast of nearly thirty dishes. Salmon and Asparagus Bake, Cod Bake, Coronation Chicken, Salads, Cheeses..........and some terrific deserts - Meringues with fresh raspberries, bilberries, strawberries and cream, apple pie and cream...,......
Sitting on straw bakes, sorrounded by ducks, cockerels, a little black pig, a miniature goat, a puppy and a cat up the tree.
Life doesn't get much better.
ON ON, Your Scribe, Two Wheels
