We encountered another check to find James fleeing down the trail followed by our cries of 'Call, Call'. Allegedly he did call but as this was so quiet he has been awarded the nickname of 'Whispers'. It turned out that it did not matter as he was on a falsie anyway. But back to the trial and then a devious little falsie that Robin the Can Man (where did he get that hat , and can they be obtained as Hash garb?) and Alan insisted was false but a trail just to the right went on pass the falsie to the next check. The same trick was tried again but this time to no avail - even hashers learn eventually.
So across a muddy field and then down a muddy path until the next check where another muddy field led us to a path that Alan and I dutifully ran around only to see the pack cutting across to the exit of the fields. Newcomer Maria who had been press ganged by Robin said she did not know that she had to look for things as well as run. Welcome to hashing. So across the roadways of Middleton once more until the trail led us to the main road and with Dave Enticott smelling home (or beer) he led the pack in and back to the Barclay residence.
As the pub had been demolished Dave B, kindly offered the pack refreshment and crisps whilst the JM?s made their decision regarding the hashit.
After Mussolini had gone through everybody in the pack as a nominee the hashit was finally given to Amanda the Panda for getting stuck on a stile and declaring ? I can?t get my leg over!?.
I am amazed that in the entire pack there was not a volunteer to help her out of this predicament. So looking forward to the next hash at Avenue de Chatres due to foot and mouth.
We are getting short of volunteers for trail laying. Do your bit. YOUR PACK NEEDS YOU!
PS - Mike Brown is considering a French Hash, so please make your feelings known to him