That’s the battle cry of the Hash House Harriers when they are on trail. Trails are laid in chalk or flour (or jelly powder in snow). Occasionally in knickers. We see blobs, arrows, lines – and we run (or walk) in every weather, every terrain. … Continue reading On On!
There once was a woman who had set her heartOn becoming a Harriett. She gave it a start:She came and she ran,She drank and she sang.And because of her skills they named her Jelly Tart. Laughing along with a Limerick: Jelly PS: A Harriett is … Continue reading A True Story from H3
The Ragtag Prompt was SOW. The action or the animal? Or maybe the car license number? In this case, for Stuttgart. There is a saying amongst Hash House Harriers that if you like your hash name then something is wrong. You are not supposed to … Continue reading The sow with any other name will still be one
Hashers sing: “Our soles are heavenbound.” This one misunderstood the word sole though, methinks. Ragtag Daily Prompt: Sole
It is said that more than half of all people living in Germany are members in at least one “Verein”, aka club, association, or society. For many Germans it’s a way of life. And, admittedly, I am one of the Germans with a membership card.
But to be honest, what I like about the “social running club” (that’s the polite way to describe the Hash House Harriers) is that there are no memberships. You find out about a meeting place (locally or anywhere in the world), turn up on time and pay a small fee, something around 5 €, and you take part – in the running (or walking), in the drinking (even water if that’s your fancy), and the fee usually also gets you some snacks. That’s it. You can come every week or more often if you live in an area with more kennels or you can come once a year. Your choice.
FOWC with Fandango: Membership
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If that is too complicated to understand, let me simplify the equation: Ragtag Daily Prompt: Equation
Wordless Wednesday
Other people might think of treasures and dragons or possibly dungeons when they hear the word quest but I think of finding a sign like this: AQ = Adventure Quest.
In our endeavours to increase our health, aka our weekly paper chase, we are always excited to see the AQ sign. It means: “Stop! Look around and find a stash of something drinkable!” If no wayward youths have happened upon the little treasure we can then indulge.
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Opinions differ whether it is a drinking or a running problem. What I adore about this community is that we have very young people, octogenerians and everything in between. Whatever else you say about us – we are a colourful bunch and never grey. The … Continue reading We Have a Problem
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