Date – 19/06/2023
Run – #2226
Hare – Juice & Termite
Venue – Park area @ Dumbleton Weir
20 brave hashers braved the deepening cold to meet in the carpark beside the river along Maraju Yakapari Road at Dumbleton. Did I mention the cold? Well, that’s because tomorrow is The Winter Solstice.
Solstice comes from the Latin words sol (sun) and sistere (to stand still).
A solstice is when either of the earth’s poles reaches its maximum tilt away from the sun, and therefore produces the shortest day of the year. Which is Sunrise 6.37am, sunset 5.01pm Thursday 22 June. And that of course means that a 6PM start to the run is already in darkness. Round about 5.55PM we spotted a torch bobbing towards us, which turned out to be Juice, who merrily pointed us in a northerly direction, those without torches huddling close to those that had. At the first turn into Mallia Rd, Juice held back before happily yelling “On Back!” The mob then reversed direction and headed further into the gloom. That’s where I took a wrong directive and ended up back at the carpark, where I found Zorro, Half-a-Boat, TopKnot, Pisco and Wheelie waiting for the runner’s return. About an hour or so later Golly rolled in, informing us that the rest of the herd had already made it to Juice & Termite’s lavish abode, so off we went, left right left again to the house on the hill. Now, being freezing cold by this stage, we expected a roaring fire, and indeed found some massive old timber beams, just perfect for a bonfire, but unfortunately Termite insisted that they was part of the construction, and we weren’t allowed to burn ‘em.
Circle called, and the general consensus was the run went round and round up and down and no-one had any idea where they went as it was cold n dark. A few down downs were handed out, some jokes told, Bob Down welcomed back into the fold, and Wheelie helped Flaps tell a story in his own inimitable way.
Closed circle meant tuckertime… and Termite didn’t disappoint, with a vegan concoction for the vegans, and a meaty stew for the rest. Some sips and bullshite later, the timtams came out, and then the mob melted off into the night. Next week….. Jim Beam, err, sorry, John Breen Park, see ya there.
Pensioner.
