Est 1983 - ON PRES: Robin Low
29th July 2001
|James de Bournville|
The Spur, Slindon
Run 456 - 29th July 2001 - The Spur, Slindon
Well the hottest day of the year so far found a fair sized pack pouring into the car park of The Spur pub with anticipation of James ‘Whispers’ first trail assisted by Derek Attwell. However as the fateful hour approached neither hare was to be seen and the threat of Mussolini laying a ‘live’ trail loomed. However at 1 minute to eleven along came Whispers to save the day. Apparently there had been some kind of mix up and he had not been able to contact Derek so had laid the trail all by himself on the previous hot day.
(Well done that hasher!) The pack was called to a rough semblance of order and welcomes were given to new hasher Mike and The Can Man had traded his two Polish girls in for a new two (what was wrong with the last ones I wonder?) Barbara and Agneska (who has run with us previously). So with some small preamble we were off down to the woods and the shade. Talking of shade it was noticed that ‘Shades Colgate’ was not wearing his flashy sunglasses but Old Faithful did manage to trot round in some looking Tres Cool (not).
Once into the woods we were shown the flour and throughout the day it was fairly easy to follow.
A clever check led us down and back into the badlands heading for the old quarry area but this has now grown over and gives ample opportunity for devious hares (or hare in this case) to turn the pack around.
It has to be said that apart from Joyce who always runs at the front tracking down every falsie, the rest of the pack had obviously decided to pace themselves in the heat. Rasta Pru declared at the end that she had run all the way around and who am I to raise an eyebrow? There were a few good checks and a few long stretches to give the pack an appearance of runners (well joggers) and a good time was being had by all.
It was noticed that Amanda the Panda had come along all in white, obviously dressed for either a wedding or the tennis courts but even in the intense heat had managed to resist the temptation to drop even one bead of perspiration. A true lady. Your humble scribe by this time had removed all that was decent and was attempting to flood the region with rivers of sweat (sweat for men, perspiration for women).
As we wended our way back towards home Simon was hear to ask “Was this the place that you caught those two blokes at it?”
Dave Enticott and I were slightly worried at this show of interest and kept up a fine pace ahead of Simon all the way back after that (just in case, you understand).
The On In was sighted and the pack headed for home pausing only for the Can Man (with only two cans) to chin wag with passing scout masters who noticed our logo on the T-shirts.
The pack then changed and assembled in the car park whilst the masters made the usual nominations but Susanna knew her fate was sealed when Mussolini asked her to hang around a bit and not disappear.
Apparently she had been boasting to the Master that she was perfect!!!!
Enough said. The hashit was awarded to her and when the hash nicknames and nominations committee heard of this the name of Miss Perfect was awarded.
Long may she bear it with pride.
So to sum up a pleasant run in the sun and a good start to James ‘Whispers’ trail laying.
A good effort especially as he did it all alone.