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Fear

Fear

I’d a long run yesterday. At one stage I skirted a field. A big man walked towards me with a bloody big spanner and said: “There’s no right-of-way here.” I said I’d permission from the farmer. He said that farmer didn’t own that field. Then we had a chat about weather and crop yields, as…

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A Hash from Wilton

A Hash from Wilton

I love it when there’s a bit of colourful distraction on a Hash. Kathy led the way with her exquisite summer clothing, Anne looked well in two-tone and a fetching hat and Kay stood out in a pink top with matching grey. In fact I could fill the mag with detail on all the women…

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Pulling a Pint

Pulling a Pint

I’ve been on a mission for many a year, initiating bartenders in how to pull a pint of Guinness correctly. It makes such a difference to the taste. When I order, I watch the pull anxiously, shouting “STOP” when it’s pulled badly. I explain the rules, why it’s important to slow the process. I ask…

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Yoga and Poems

Yoga and Poems

Last year I tried to back a trailer down a forest track and couldn’t use the side mirrors because of the bushes. So, I reversed by looking back over my shoulder. I hadn’t done that in years and it hurt. Next day my mother-in-law gave up driving because she couldn’t turn her head properly. Ok,…

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Rocky is the Scribe

Rocky is the Scribe

About time I was asked to be guest scribe. I have been hashing for several years now, setting the pace, checking the quality of the flour, pissing against trees so the walkers’ dogs could have something to look forward to. I was shocked to learn it’s the first time a dog has been invited to…

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St. Patrick’s Day

St. Patrick’s Day

Where will you be on St. Patrick’s Day? I’ll be in green amongst English friends watching Ireland play England in the last match of the Six Nations. I’ll happily cheer for England in any other game, and why wouldn’t I. I’ve lived and worked here for 25 years, my wife is English and a local…

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A Winter Hash

A Winter Hash

Mud, mud, glorious mud Nothing quite like it for cooling the blood So follow me, follow, down to the hollow And there let me wallow in glorious mud.   What a day! Clear blue skies threatened by grey around the horizon like a heavenly old monk. Most of us were well dressed for the cold,…

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