January 2020
04/01/20 18:49
Hash: (number unknown) Date 01.02.25
Hares: Jackie (1), Hugh(2) and Rory(3)
Start: Boisfort Hippodrome
There were a few suggestions that he had perhaps come over with an attack of "the Rugby". Quite possible, but hard to diagnose in his absence. There is a lot of it going around this weekend though.
We were blessed with a bright, cold day and as the group huddled together penguin like to keep out the still wintery chill, YHS commented that the weather is often fine around the Hippodrome, suggesting a mini tiny micro climate perhaps?
No one else seemed to think that was likely.
And the faint hope that the default hash walk/run might move from Jesus Erik to the Hippodrome on account of the favourable climate was dashed.
Hare 2 was preparing the equally mean après feast back at the ranch, and Hare 1 was left to give us our marching orders. It would be about 4k (er, really?) as the last hash laid by our hare had been a bit too long, there had been grumbles etc etc. Flour always on the right, watch out for the muddy patch, lots of shouting was encouraged, and On On!
It was a marvellous trail through the bare woods, the sun and blue sky penetrating deep in to its darkest reaches.
Optimistic at the advertised shortness of the trail YHS peaked early, but encouraged by the perseverance of Susan, Christian and Julian O who were often out in the front, she puffed on, marvelling at the skill of the Hares at keeping the group together. Not once did we lose each other. The sign of a truly expertly laid hash!
There were unexpected back checks, many long and deceptive false trails, normally at the point where Julian R assured the group that "that" was the way home so there was no way the path would be going t'other way, leading at one point to YHS wondering if Hares 1&2 might have upped sticks and moved camp to Boitfort perhaps? Surely that was the only reason we could be headed to Groenendaal (insert thoughtful emoji).
A good downhill to the étang Enfants Noyées (remember they were the children of Maneer Verdronken, which translates as ‘drowned’? So not named after the tragic scene you might imagine) meant the group could catch their breath and then a certain amount of short cutting by parts of the group - not mentioning marching through a false trail - back to the Hippodrome and we were On Home!!!
As the rest of us panted round the track, looking decidedly 6K in to a hash (not 4, oh cunning H1) Caroline at this point was still running in her magnificent long winter coat - an achievement of both style and substance.
The après was a stately affair back at H1 and H2’s welcoming apartment. Lynne’s grandson, one of the Mary's, was introduced to the etiquette of the après (i.e. tuck in), and when the conversation turned to "The Future of The Hash" he advised the best way of drawing in new members was to use Tick Tock or Facebook.
YHS, having pointedly (but largely unnoticed) left Facebook on the grounds that Zuck sucks, wondered how to rejoin.
H1 addressed the assembled hashers, encouraging a conversation about keeping the Hash going. The fact that it is "A Very Good Thing" being one of many things that united the group. Hare 2 encouraged structured thoughts in writing to H3, and the afternoon passed in general chatter about this and that, including the approaches to generally keeping going suggested by Hare 3 in his email sent on the eve of this Hash. It should be reported that there was a lot of keeping going in evidence on the day so no fears on that front!
The RiteOn Sec reported he has a list as long as your arm of routes the Hash could use - scattered around the different reaches of Brussels, somewhere to everyone’s taste - if there isn't a Hare one Saturday.
Looking forward to the product of our conversation!
Many many thanks to the Hares for a really wonderful afternoon, and to all you lovely hashers for my regular happy Saturday afternoons.
On On and On!
Berties :-) :-) :-) :-)
Turnout: 20-ish plus 2 Marys





Hares: Jackie (1), Hugh(2) and Rory(3)
Start: Boisfort Hippodrome
There were a few suggestions that he had perhaps come over with an attack of "the Rugby". Quite possible, but hard to diagnose in his absence. There is a lot of it going around this weekend though.
We were blessed with a bright, cold day and as the group huddled together penguin like to keep out the still wintery chill, YHS commented that the weather is often fine around the Hippodrome, suggesting a mini tiny micro climate perhaps?
No one else seemed to think that was likely.
And the faint hope that the default hash walk/run might move from Jesus Erik to the Hippodrome on account of the favourable climate was dashed.
Hare 2 was preparing the equally mean après feast back at the ranch, and Hare 1 was left to give us our marching orders. It would be about 4k (er, really?) as the last hash laid by our hare had been a bit too long, there had been grumbles etc etc. Flour always on the right, watch out for the muddy patch, lots of shouting was encouraged, and On On!
It was a marvellous trail through the bare woods, the sun and blue sky penetrating deep in to its darkest reaches.
Optimistic at the advertised shortness of the trail YHS peaked early, but encouraged by the perseverance of Susan, Christian and Julian O who were often out in the front, she puffed on, marvelling at the skill of the Hares at keeping the group together. Not once did we lose each other. The sign of a truly expertly laid hash!
There were unexpected back checks, many long and deceptive false trails, normally at the point where Julian R assured the group that "that" was the way home so there was no way the path would be going t'other way, leading at one point to YHS wondering if Hares 1&2 might have upped sticks and moved camp to Boitfort perhaps? Surely that was the only reason we could be headed to Groenendaal (insert thoughtful emoji).
A good downhill to the étang Enfants Noyées (remember they were the children of Maneer Verdronken, which translates as ‘drowned’? So not named after the tragic scene you might imagine) meant the group could catch their breath and then a certain amount of short cutting by parts of the group - not mentioning marching through a false trail - back to the Hippodrome and we were On Home!!!
As the rest of us panted round the track, looking decidedly 6K in to a hash (not 4, oh cunning H1) Caroline at this point was still running in her magnificent long winter coat - an achievement of both style and substance.
The après was a stately affair back at H1 and H2’s welcoming apartment. Lynne’s grandson, one of the Mary's, was introduced to the etiquette of the après (i.e. tuck in), and when the conversation turned to "The Future of The Hash" he advised the best way of drawing in new members was to use Tick Tock or Facebook.
YHS, having pointedly (but largely unnoticed) left Facebook on the grounds that Zuck sucks, wondered how to rejoin.
H1 addressed the assembled hashers, encouraging a conversation about keeping the Hash going. The fact that it is "A Very Good Thing" being one of many things that united the group. Hare 2 encouraged structured thoughts in writing to H3, and the afternoon passed in general chatter about this and that, including the approaches to generally keeping going suggested by Hare 3 in his email sent on the eve of this Hash. It should be reported that there was a lot of keeping going in evidence on the day so no fears on that front!
The RiteOn Sec reported he has a list as long as your arm of routes the Hash could use - scattered around the different reaches of Brussels, somewhere to everyone’s taste - if there isn't a Hare one Saturday.
Looking forward to the product of our conversation!
Many many thanks to the Hares for a really wonderful afternoon, and to all you lovely hashers for my regular happy Saturday afternoons.
On On and On!
Berties :-) :-) :-) :-)
Turnout: 20-ish plus 2 Marys




