The Rutters Club

Published on 11 December 2022 at 17:29

Lovely pub, lovely weather, but watch out for the wildlife

 

2022 Run No 2636
Date 29th October
Pub  The Roebuck, Fulwell
Hare Butt Plug
RA Sir Humpalot
Scribe Mouthwash

 

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The Roebuck, Fulwell

The day began as it usually does with a clemency that invariably, at this time of year, may be assured to be extinguished by the arrival of greyness and the threat of rain. Then began a journey which might have been too trying for all but the hardiest of souls but for the certainty, afforded by the infrequent departures from Waterloo, that suitably fable company would be enjoyed on the train. And so, it was. A jolly party of 10 reached Fulwell station in an equable frame of mind to not hold any umbrage against the hare.

At the appointed time, which had already been delayed due to the scheduled times of the trains, the pack assembled with some trepidation as the hare had failed to make his appearance. We speculated on the possibility of his having been attacked by a rutting deer or slowed in his exertions by a hangover. Notwithstanding, the Grand Master completed the usual formalities and, one observant Hasher having spied the direction of the trail, set off most amicably in that direction. It was at his point that the hare made his appearance showing an, perhaps, unjustified surprise and grievance that the pack had departed without him.

We quickly found ourselves entering that wild domain known as Bushy Park, having been warned that culling was in progress which filled some with a certain trepidation though they were quickly put at ease on being informed by Mr Plug that it was a surplus of deer and not hashers that was being addressed by the huntsmen. Thereafter the trail progressed from one bucolic autumnal scene to another, water courses, long beech avenues and childrens’ playgrounds teeming with energetic life aplenty.

Des Res, wondering what happened to Woofs.

Sunny Bushy Park.  Too sunny for So Fart Anna and Optimist

Too sunny for Giving Head and Minge'n'tonic as well.

The trail was long, at least longer than reason might have anticipated, even by those who were more athletically inclined. Contrary to expectations the weather held, and conditions were conducive to a most pleasing sojourn in the leafy expanses of Bushy Park.

Upper Lodge, Bushy Park, on Inn.

 

Gradually returning to the inn, the pack reassembled in a delightful garden, decorated with abundant floral display in flower beds and numerous clay pots, together with a gazebo which was most commodious for the religious advisor’s subsequent perorations.

 The return of Miss Quicky was appropriately celebrated together with numerous misdemeanours for which, should the reader be interested in ascertaining details, application should be made to the aforesaid RA.

 In summary, a good time was had by all, thanks to the exertions of the RA for assuring that the weather did not show its usual seasonal characteristics, and the hare for a delightful trail.

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