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Run 459 - 16th September 2001 - Arundel - Susanna, Trevor & Bruce our Webmaster

Arriving at the Hash location on time we found that 2 of the three hares had decided to go off for a coffee in nearby Arundel rather than wait around and greet new hashers / lost hashers etc. However Trevor was there with a big smile to make up for the skivers who did in fairness get back in time for the off. We were kept amused by Jills (unsuccessful) attempt to park a Vauxhall Midi van. In the end our own Treefeller helped out only to be awarded the hashit at the end for extreme crawling!

Before the run a minutes silence was held as a mark of respect for the victims of the terrorist attacks in America.

I had a brilliant idea at the beginning - as Miss Perfect had laid the trail with Linda (the greyhound, not Partington) all I had to do was follow the dog! However this idea was ruined when she was kept on the lead for the entire run to stop this cunning plan. It was good to see a new aspect of the area shown to us as although Binstead etc. was known we had not run over the course before so that was a welcome experience.
The trail set off into a small copse and the theme of the trail was immediately apparent. Small (very small) amounts of sawdust carefully positioned amongst the dappled sunlight to confuse even the brightest of hashers (and there are not many of those). The first check was upon us in short order and had most of the pack scurrying around aimlessly, so nothing new there then; and then off into the woodlands. The trail was cleverly laid by using small parts of the woodland tempting us to the fields beyond but never going into them. Then teasing us across roadways to give us the impression of a road run but then back into the wooded areas. Running along at one point I found my self in front (by virtue of the fact that I was rushing ahead to find a place to wee!) and came upon a check guarded by a loud and aggressive Alsation whose owner said that if we were following the flour trail it was.....STOP I cried Dont tell me. I was fearful of the wrath of the pack and the awarding of the hashit. So we skirted the creature and again set off along a woodland path. Sinbad obviously felt that he knew the way in as he began to get more eager with a certain sea faring look in the eye that said This way leads home. A few more checks in the woodland and the cry of On Inn was heard. The pack then raced in (sic) to arrive at the chariots exactly as the clock struck the hour, well done those hares. The inhabitants of Jarvis Road, Arundel were then treated to a makeshift strip tease and then after t he pack were suitably attired, the hashit was awarded and we all disappeared to the Black Horse at Binstead.

It was at the Black Horse that Trevor was explaining how much at home he felt in England now and it occured to me that if he felt so at home why was he not in a hash T-shirt? So if any of the pack decide that they are in need of sweat shirts for the winter or additional T-shirts I think now would be a good time to let me know. So to sum up a nice run in newish territory, delivered on time. Our thanks to the hares.

Regarding the changing of the nickname of David Barclay it was refreshing to see so many completed forms sent back to our committee and to the naming committee of the Nash Hash voicing their opinions. It has been decided that (1) as David DOES spend inordinate amounts of time brushing his hair and (2) Hairbrush does sound more insulting than Homerun the nickname change to HAIRBRUSH has been approved.

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