Again due to the foot and mouth disease this was a town and beach hash laid by Pete Colgate and Dave Enticott who stepped in at a moments notice to save the Hash!
Well done those hashers...
Although the rain had stopped for a short while it was still a cold day with only a couple of hardy individuals daring to show a leg and run in shorts.
The JMs for once made short work of the intro and off we were heading out of the car park and onto a housing estate.
After finding no flour at all (even though the hares had used nearly half of a 1Kg bag)
a couple of us who had run the Middleton beach run tried to use local knowledge to find
the trail. With a tiny bit of assistance from a Hare this was achieved and the pack followed
the flour across some pretty roads doubling back now and then, over running the trail
now and then, until the inevitable happened and we were onto the beach. I know it was
the beach because that is where the wet stuff is that wipes away hash trails (or so the hares
tried to make us believe).
It was at this point that a particularly nasty hares let
us run to a check far in the distance and then when misguided members of the pack
called us back, let us run all the way back until we rejoined the pack, only to be told that we were
right in the first place!! However Mussolini (who has taken to carrying the whip
all the way around on every hash??)
had decided laziness to be the better part of common sense and had stayed put
rather than waste that valuable energy.
So ever onward through the wilds on
Elmer where we saw small shanty shacks next to expensive new houses - a very strange mix.
We seemed to double back to the main road and I was unlucky enough to find
myself on yet another falsie before the pack called us back and we crossed
the road to run around another housing estate. It seems strange but after
a while the houses seem to look more alike than the trees in the woods usually do.
But now the pack had begun to get the feel of the homeward trail. Joyce and
I were staggered to find that after we suggested a regroup as the pack had
begun to spread, a long standing hasher decided to check it out in any case
not once but twice as he thought he knew the way home!!!
So Dave ĎHomeruní Barclay earned his name and our shouted insults (but
it didnít matter as he was so far ahead he did not hear them! One more
check and then finally the On Inn. It was interesting to note that one
of the JMís was seen to be a SCB claiming that he had
become lost and only seen the pack ahead as we emerged from a side
turning (Do we believe him?).
The pack returned and then had to award
the hashit to Mike Brown for wearing odd socks (a mistake or a fashion
statement?) without the honoured hashit
as James ĎWhispersí de Bounville had not turned up after being awarded
it last time. Nobody noticed for a while as his On Onís are usually
silent anyway. Mike Brown had also forgotton the spare so it was left to
the JMs to use the whip to throttle the poor wretch rather than present the hashit.
An excellent run considering the lack of time and the restrictions on
locations. Well done the hares.
It seems that of late the runs are getting back to the hour or
thereabouts and newcomers will probably not be frightened off.
Good to see the Colonel there to offer moral support (can a hasher offer MORAL support?)
Mike Brown has put together the French Hash so please arrange it all with him.