Date =                            15th April 2019

Run Number =            1848    

Venue =                        The Sword In Hand

Location =                    Westmill

Hare/s =                        Kylie

Beer =                           Dooombar; Sharps

Runners =                   7                                                

Virgins =                      0

Visitors =                     0

Newies =                     0

Après =                        0

Hounds =                    0

Total =                          7

Membership =            Somewhere between Westmill and Nasty



What 3 Words can we use?


pretty.little.village/ bright.sunny.evening/not.many.hashers/ bloody.good.trail/ decent.beers.choice/ sold.two.t-shirts/ didn’t.lose.anyone/ back.before.dark


Westmill is a little out of the way so perhaps there would have been more hashers there if they had navigation systems, or perhaps they were just on holiday.  Tent Packer moored his barge alongside in the rear car park and Sludge pulled in astern.  TBT and the Ware-withalls arrived in a party bus, and Zoya strode purposefully in.

TBT OBE led the opening ceremony, getting the number right and Kylie took over as the Hare of the day.  After drawing a chalk Circle in honour of an absent Sperm ‘ead the Pack took off to the right, passing the inviting looking Tea Room; pity it was closed. 

At this point Tent Packer and Ewok ran off and the others generally walked, so what happened on the Trail is still mostly a mystery.  Sludge and TBT did a bit of running, but only enough to take them to the next short cut, Zoya walking kept overtaking the panting runners. 

Paxo had been given a special ‘Trail map’ of his own, some chalk and a "BILL" (and arrow marked on the road) with instructions to mark through any T's in case there was a last minute Ketchup or Mr X and my Lil' (once they'd finished arguing over who's turn it was to drive) following on behind.  But alas it was just the seven hashers this evening!

False trails were not too bad except for the horrendous one that went down to the farm (see map attached to see where this was, if you are still interested?).

At one point, when we were thinking it would never happen, the Hare appeared with a bag of Lidl Jelly Babies.  He did say that they were still in date but they had a disconcerting Sparkyesque texture and flavour [Mould? – Ed].  So we all had two because they were the best on offer.

The FRBs ran past a bizarre looking brass relief plaque in the undergrowth next to a small pond.  There was a bronze label next to it saying something about it being of Charles Lamb who once lived there and was given by the NatWest bank for some reason.

Below is the full gen from Mr Wiki.

Button Snap is a 17th-century cottage in northeast Hertfordshire, which has been associated with the writer Charles Lamb. It is on a rural gravel road west of the village of Westmill.  It has been listed Grade II on the National Heritage List for England since February 1967.

Button Snap cottage, located about 1,200 feet (370 m) northwest of Cherry Green Farm and Fancy Hall, is significant for several reasons.  First, it has changed little, excepting for a possible later extension, since it was built. It is therefore a good example of a traditional cottage with a roof of thatched straw.  The heritage listing for Button Snap describes its construction as "Timber frame roughcast on plastered red brick sill".  A number of other thatched-roof cottages, known as Cherry Green, exist nearby.

This cottage has a unique history. It was originally owned by Francis Field, the uncle of the writer Charles Lamb.  In 1812 Field's widow conveyed this property to Lamb, who lived in the cottage until 1815, when he sold it. Lamb mentioned this house in an essay, "My First Play."  Lamb even apparently gave the cottage its name of Button Snap.

The cottage has two ceramic plaques on either side of the front door that tell of its connection to Lamb. A small bust of Lamb is next to the road (at the verge) in front of the cottage, as well.  This cottage was privately owned for many years. In 1947 the owner presented Button Snap to the Royal Arts Society.  Two years later the Society sold the property to the Charles Lamb Society, which leased it to tenants. Because of rising costs of maintaining the structure, it was sold in 1985.

The Hare professed no knowledge of this literary and architectural gem.  Or that Charles Lamb & his Sister Mary composed the Condensed edition of Shakespeare Plays in the Children’s version of ‘The Tales of Shakespeare.

Lots of route variations were on offer, Sludge and TBT OBE took the first opportunity and meandered over the rape-seed field and turned left instead of right, which Paxo had said was the right way and he had a map!  Tent Packer and Ewok went their separate ways at a Hare stop, TP taking the recommended scenic route and Ewok going for the road route just because it was there.

TP turned right after the rape-seed field and caught up with Paxo and then Ewok came panting down the hill.  This must have been the only run where there were more downhill than uphill sections.  TP, Ewok and Zoya completed the long Trail that Milf had laid, and Sludge was true to form in leading TBT OBE astray on a short cut of his own making.

Back at the Sword Inn Hand, the Pack cleared out the natives and had the place pretty much to themselves.  When enquiring about the name of the female companion of a Hasher, TP asked what the name was of “his ‘woman’”.  Ewok took offence at the terminology, despite it being used by Sir Tom Jones in reference to Delilah.  Ewok was outvoted and given another cider to sip.

Formalities were deferred until the next time, and after munching through a very varied selection of crisps, and some of TBT OBE’s smuggled in pea things, the party broke up and everyone went home.