#1184 Redmires Car park, Monty's Batman

The one without the flour

Feeling liberated by not being confined to a pub we found ourselves at Redmires car park, the rural playground of S10 dog walkers, ‘the enabler’ that allows us to say we live on the edge of the Peak district.  Indeed there were S10 ers, S8 ers possibly S11 and S6 ers and some genuine Peakies (Hathersage & Grindleford).

 

The Apprentice had grown by at least a foot since his last hash and had acquired a hash hound, a lovely working gun dog, who proved to be more party than business and enjoyed running this way and that down the many false, undetected and none existent trails.

 

Introductions made and we were on on from ‘Ocean View’  ….really in Sheffield?... and more importantly can we add this to the description of our S10 dwellings?  We passed Hill 60, the scene of a previous hash shindig and eventually onto a bridleway. I will not labour this point too much but we were in small groups, socially distancing and running on public bridleways but were not particular welcomed by walkers and indeed advised to give our activities some thought, back at ya I thought!

 

What followed was the traditional 10 minute stand still, followed by the biggest back to check ever witnessed both in terms of length and number of hashers duped, in the true spirit of her name Search and Rescue put out location beacons for the latecomers and the lost ensuring we were all present and correct.

Fast Eddie announced he was still in the car park at this point and managed to join us by the time we reached the road. By majority vote rather than an actual trail we found ourselves heading past the middle reservoir at Redmires and up to the plantation. Hashers started to scatter here, there and everywhere; the dam wall, the other dam wall, towards the farm and etc.  We eventually found ourselves (most of us at least ) on Sloughley lane.  Fish Bait had wandered down the footpath towards lodgemoor but Soggy B was having none of it and directed us across the farmers field tover Brownhill’s lane and up the hill, which was considered the least mutinous route.

 

Despite calls of on on, we knew where we were heading and soon cut back onto the south side of the reservoirs for an easy run in.  It has to be noted there were an awful lot of couples taking romantic strolls round the reservoirs – next time I take the Mrs out I know where I’ll be headed, show her the old prisoner of war camp in the plantation.

 

As we reached the road our 3^rd Hash back was coming to an end,  MBM was in the car park presumably just about to lay the rest of the trail.  The mozzies were out in force so we took our chances with the late night boy racers and stood by the road, drinks were cracked open, mozzy repellent was sprayed, questions were asked of the Hare, we were well and truly back!

 

On on,

 

Sticky Shaft