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 HASH MAG ARCHIVE 1987: RUN NO.181 Run Date: 8 June 1987 A Successful Enlargement Operation What a fantastic run with a turn out of one hundred and eighteen runners - one hundred and one being new members! I assume this truly euphoric occasion was brought about by the success of the Plymouth Marathon (which we organised) and the publicity that went with it. The excitement of so many new runners not knowing what to expect was electrifying. "On, On", was called and off we went in a westerly direction with the front runners at the rear, across Roborough Down and into the Walkham Valley meeting the River Walkham three hundred yards north of Grenofen Bridge. By this time the front runners were up with the main pack. After a check we found the trail across the river going east towards Bedford Bridge, under the Tavistock Road and on up the Walkham out to Stampford Spiney. The pack was still well grouped, which was a tremendous credit to the hares, as old vets from Tamar Valley H3 know controlling a pack of this size is not easy. We broke out onto the moors with El Pee leading the pack. The trail was lost for some time at this point but D.I.A.T. found it again in the old clay pits just north of Cadover Bridge (he had come up the Plym). Once again, "On, On," westwards with the pack still tightly packed (I always wondered where 'pack' came from) and the pace gathering. With the pound of paw and toot of horn - exhilerating beyond description - the bucket was soon in sight. As we parked in the ample car park at the Walkhampton Inn, my anticipation heightened. Has Diane been to the Barbican for her fresh fish that forms a part of the extensive menu at the Walkhampton Inn? And, is Ray's Best Bitter up to its normal standard (relish the thought!)? "Welcome, people, welcome!" greeted Ray as we approached the bar. "A pint of the usual H.T.?" I nodded my approval, "the first round is on me!" Soon the scramble for ale subsided, and the Hash members in true Hash style mixed and mingled and introduced themselves to the new members - even though most of them weren't female! "Where's Hubcaps ?" I asked Hot Lips. "Gobbling up Marines in Turkey," she replied. (Weren't they ANZAC's ?). Must be like Camp Alegro in Curaco, I thought (Ask a Royal Marine!). Jane, I sympathise with you. I slept alone for 3 days once, and I know how tough it is. No party at Hot Lips basher on Saturday, June 20th - Charlie's away. Who the hell is Charlie ? Well, I bet you're wondering who the lucky bastard was! The pressure of work and a long weekend are forcing a swift close. If you want to know how the rest of the evening went, just look around you! Royal Corinthian Yacht Club 7.30 p.m. on Friday, 19th June - there is a Hash with the on down in the Club - canvas shoes and hand bags, please.
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