Scribes

Run: 1456

Hares: Streaker & Cinders

On On: Milltimber Brae

On Inn: Old Mill Inn

Scribe: Drillbit

Why didn't I keep my big fat mouth shut. The silence created by our honourable GM each week when he has the horn and tabard in hand grows more ominous each week. We have to learn to take the act of scribing on the chin, in my case like an upper cut.

I had had the car park described to me the previous week by Cinders so I would know where it was. The puzzled look I gave her, as she grew more exasperated with me trying to explain, was because I was trying to work out where the car park was on the other side of the river.

Everybody found a parking space in the tiny car park. More importantly a space was found for hash beer.

Tiger Feet the GM brought the mob to order with his casual stance, orange vest and horn in hand. The silence was deafening. Thinking the hash scribe had been elected I opened my mouth a nanosecond too early and found it was now me!

Aids the RA brought the now relieved circle to order and introduced three new runners brought by a face from twelve months ago who refused to give her name. Be warned whoever you are, we will find out and penalise!

Trouser Shredder was given the Pre Run Down Down as she had managed somehow to register twice for our 1500th weekend.

One announcement from One Cell was the last Friday in the month meal is now on Friday 2nd July.

Streaker, our lead and virgin hare for the night, explained what the flour meant and off we went, the pack staying close together. Little did they know that an hour after the hares had finished setting their run the previous afternoon and had departed home to sunny Aberdeen, we "Culterites" had the heaviest summer storm you could imagine. Fortunately we managed the run with only a few detours. Makes for more interest.

This didn't stop Cinders leading me, and several others, up the garden path, local knowledge being a dangerous thing. I have never managed to understand how women think and typically did the exact opposite of what the hares intended.

The run took us up hill past Dad Dad's abode where fortunately for him, and his stock of beer, he was not in. Leeky left him a message to show how lucky he had been!

Up past ‘Kippie's nine hole course and right into the woods went the pack. However the trail went left down hill just after passing old Culter House,

http://www.geograph.org.uk/photo/359268

Eventually the pack caught the SCB's checking down by the river. It can't go this way says I, never having been through Camphill. Again local knowledge puts miles on a hash. The devious hares actually had permission to run the Camphill estate, with One Liner especially admiring the real estate as he ran through.

http://maps.google.co.uk/maps?hl=en&q=Camphill,+milltimber&ie=UTF8&hq=Camphill&hnear=Camphill,+Milltimber+AB13+0AP,+United+Kingdom&t=h&z=15&iwloc=A

On onward down to a check at Milltimber bridge where for some reason Tiger Feet became lost in the gorse

http://www.geograph.org.uk/photo/11500

On down the river with the sun now on our backs to the beer check.

A welcome quaff of cider was well received as this must have been the warmest Aberdeen evening this year. Very pleasant.

A short walk up the hill and a jog along the old railway line took the pack back to their chariots.

An excellent run from our first time hare Streaker ably mentored by Cinders. When are you setting the next one?

Down Downs:

Number Six (AKA Norman Hunters Son) for sartorial elegance after wearing the brightest Sesame Street cycling shirt imaginable the previous week

Privet for too elegant hair extensions (on a hash run!)

No 6 again for blundering straight over a circle with a ‘B' one meter high and not noticing it

Drillbit, Sergio, Hillary and No 6 our token Englishmen after an appalling exhibition of football to a rendition of Deutschland Uber Alles

Hillary for having a left arm like Popeye with the biggest GPS ever strapped to his arm

Tonto for an excellent On Inn the previous week with a barbie at his place plus £125 raised for CLAN

Knumbskull for entering the car park the wrong way

Our 3 new runners (Penny, ? and daughter) and Missy No Name

Superman and his better half, Maureen (Miss Scotland 57)

Claire, AKA Streaker and Cinders for haring a very pleasant run. Well done!

From Aberdeen turn left onto the B979 towards Old Mill Inn. Second on the left is Milltimber brae leading onto station road. Park up station road.
OnInn: Old Mill Inn, Maryculter.


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