Run 460 - 30th September 2001 - Lodsworth - Joyce Porrett & Pete 'Shades' Colgate

The beginning of Autumn was the signal for the heavens to open and greet foolish hashers to Lodsworth for a wet amble around laid on by the perpetrators above. Coming in to Lodsworth the HHH sign was down but that was soon put right and the location was easy to find. Csilla complained that she did not like running in the rain and it had to be explained that if you did not run in the rain then 50% of hashes would be cancelled. Rasta said she was too poorly to run but had come along for moral support and told us that Hash Flash and Amanda the Panda were off for a dirty weekend but lo and behold they turned up just before the off having rushed from their seaside location. True dedication. Jan said that she was injured and therefore went off for a bike ride but received her just deserts for deserting the pack by getting a puncture, so Yah Boo Sucks to deserters. The hashit was decided at the off as Sue Spooner had forgotten her shoes and had to borrow some for the run!!! Does this ever happen to professional runners? I think not. We were warned that the trail was a mixture of flour and sawdust but were not told if this was alternate blobs etc. So off we set across the field, through some houses and then up the lanes and into the countryside. This infrequently used area was a joy to run through with trails and paths forever twisting and turning and the hares giving devious checks with long falsies. Mid-way into the trail we came upon a river. The pack knew at once who this was intended for. "Simon" we called, but our brave splasher was afraid to venture in. Finally Hash Flash with some urging from Shades forded the river and declared it safe and free from crocodiles and other hazards.
Mussolini then led the pack in but it was at this point that Simon and Dave Enticaott decided that their school days were not behind them and started a splashing war. After both were drenched it was obvious that Simon's unofficial nickname of Splasher should be made official and thus it is now recorded. However Dave had also enjoyed the splashing but we cannot have Splasher 2 can we?
Here is were our multi-national hash helps out. In Hungary there is a name for the activity where small babies splash in the bath and enjoy themselves.
It is Pancsi-Pancsi. So we feel Dave has earned his nickname but for short it can be Pancsi (pronounced Ponchee).
The trail then went off into the woods were Hash Cash was sure he had the right trail and led the pack on a wild goose chase up a long falsie. Your Humble Scribe took the correct trail and waited patiently at the next check only to be accused of being given a map!! Would Joyce and Pete GIVE anything?
We then had a few nice woodland runs stopping for a while at St. Peter's Well. The pack leaders had an improvised regroup to allow the Can Man to see this historical point. However as he joined the pack he disdainfully pointed out that he had been here before and knew all about it. So ever onward we trudged until the On Inn was sighted.
As we got back we realised that we had lost Sinbad. The pack decided to do the honourable thing and ignore it and if he was not back before we went to the pub we might go and look for him. However as we were presenting the Hashit he came trotting across the field regaling us with stories of having been bitten by a dog and facing other calamities. He escaped being given the Hashit and we retired to the White Horse at Easebourne for apres hash refreshments.
A truly enjoyable hash, well done to the Hares.

Humble Scribe