Est 1983 - ON PRES: Robin Low
Run 418: |
13 February 2000: Stoughton Down |
Hares: |
Dave Barty and Jan Hill |
A bright sunny morn greeted the "regular" crowd, along with an admission by
the hares that the apres hash pub had not been notified of the forthcoming
arrival of the hash louts. Whats wrong with living life on the edge occasionaly ?.
The senior Joint Master was not present so his junior was cracking the whip.
From the off a falsy straight up the slope from the car park suckered quite a
bunch and got them warmed up while the on on went North West on the footpath
straight into the woods and up and around to the right. A few simple checks were
quickly sorted before all arrived at a big check at Greatdean Bottom. While the
more energetic were busy checking, others indulged in a little "Robin Baiting"
by planting an empty Coke can for him to discover. Unfortunately the can was
steel and not "Alu" so he took a while to sniff it out. From here there was a
long drag up hill and South to another big check with about seven possible
exits exactly where it says "Tumulus" on the map, which we all know from school
is the Latin for piles. The trail out of here had been cleverly laid to avoid
any of the obvious paths, so it took a while to find it and continue on up
into the woods just north of the Cross Dykes and on to the highest check of
the hash. Here the pack became scattered a bit in the woods but eventualy
found the on on to the North along the Western Downs Cycle Route. A straight
run from here along the top of the ridge toward Blackbush House. The check
at the end of this section was "complex" with the trail going round by the East
of the house and coming back on itself. A person, who will remain namless, was
spotted here performing the ancient ritual of "sawdust modification" just to add
a bit of spice to the event.. (vee haf spies evriver). After this the pace quickened
due to the rest of the run being mostly down, going East from the house then North
and eventualy South West to the on-in. Ceremonies were enacted in the car park due
to the uncertainty of our reception at the Barley Mow. The Hashit went to Derek. He
was overheard by the junior Master, asking a hare to give him directions. His
actual words were "Is it false that way ?"
Run 418b: |
19 February 2000: Havant Station |
Hares: |
Peter Maisey and Graham Dowdell |
After a bit of confusion about where exactly was the "south side" a pack of
seventeen torch bearing nutcases managed to find each other on a clear almost
fullmoon evening. Derek had "forgotten" the hashit being uncertain about the
legality of running around in a built up area after dark with a throne seat
in hand. We headed north over the footbridge to the other side of the tracks
and then East parallel to them for a while. I remember recrossing the line
and then I think we went South along the old spur line before emerging near
the "Havant Arts Centre" (is that an oxymoron or am I just a Chi-Snob ?).
Keeping South we went under the A27 and out through
Wade Court Park to Langstone harbour, on to Wayfarers Walk and round to the
Royal Oak where a car had parked on top of the check. There was time here to
take in the view of bright moonlight over a flat calm harbour,
inspiring and perspiring at the same time.
The on on was back to the West of the mill pond, North, South and back to
the Royal Oak, where a falsie had been modified to allow us to proceed to
a regroup at the Ship. Some found the aroma of roasting meat outside the
Ship to be yummy but to the Veggies it was a distinct turn off. The hares
guided us across the main road here and on to the foreshore of West Langstone
harbour. A somewhat surreal check at the end of the stone jetty with the start
of a trail out over the mud had no takers as we headed North through the
marshes to the edge of the Xiratex plant. We know that the security at the plant
dont like people running about (remember the fuss last time ?) so it didn't
take an Epstine to find the trail round to the East side of the plant again.
A long run on here under the A27 by the side of the stream took us to the
second regroup just outside Tesco. The pack now had its bearings and the
remainder of the run via the long term car park through the subway and
past the station front provided a nice on in. We retired to the Bear, where
all agreed that the second annual night hash had been great fun.
ON-ON Jan H
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