The coldest Sunday this year greeted our band of happy hashers behind the Fairmile Cafe. Although many hashers did enquire if we had any experiences similar to the last time we hashed here (see old notes) they were disappointed.
We did have one man turning up in a taxi and disappearing into the woods with a carrier bag but it turned out to be a new hasher - Adrian aka Action Man from a hash in Essex but stationed here with the RMPs at Chichester. He had found us on the internet so Bruceís work was justified. His web spun far and wide - to which one of the JMís suggested this should be recognised with a new name and so Bruce has been adopted as Spiderman.
So after the JMs had given us their words of wisdom the pack was off along the bottom of the hill to the first check which gave the option of UP or along the bottom. As all of the pack are pessimists only Hash Flash opted for the long falsie along the bottom, disappearing into the distance. So up to the next check where the pack chose from the many trails on offer with Sinbad managing to lose himself and the new man coming back with the excuse that a leaf had obscured the falsie!! Do we believe him??
So again off along the trail with Joyce managing to find the longest falsies. (no joke there please Iím sure its been done). The next check did not fool the pack and they were off to the next check but we kept losing members to the call of nature. I think it was the run with the most wee stops this year (the cold weather?).
After all other options had been exhausted the trail was found and off we set. Half way down Jan found a falsie which confused us as the trail was the true. The answer was that Csilla had got so confused as to where she was at the next check that she had laid the falsie on the wrong trail (and still did not get the hashit, despite being wrapped up in many layers like an Eskimo).
It was pointed out at this point that Linda was the only one running in a T-shirt so I can only assume she had a hip flask secreted about her person to keep warm.
The trail led back towards the Spur but the pack were not fooled and took the true trail deeper into the woods which gave Splasher Simon and Pancsi Dave a chance to play in the puddles.
So on up again and the pack still stayed together and the Hon Pres and others refusing a shortcut (they obviously did not know what was coming). So again up and up until Sinbad led us back to the check which gave a hint towards home. This was too much for Old Faithful who, nose to the ground headed in the direction of the chariots. The next check did not stop him and he chose true again and on to the final check where he knew the way in (wrong). It was gratifying to see that at the last check when most of the pack knew the chariots to be just over the hill, they followed the trail in and even refused a short cut home. Are we getting too keen? So finally down the slippery steps with Miriam bounding ahead of the Doc and back to the car park where even though Jan was nominated for wearing non hash uniform, it was given to your innocent Humble Scribe for insulting the JMs. This was obviously unfair because I mentioned that standing together considering the fate of the hashit I pointed out that my wife thought they looked like Tweedledum and Tweedledee. I was awarded this as they thought it even worse that I should shop the missus but I felt that as they actually did look like Tweedledum and Tweedledee I should be let off. No such luck. Oh well such is hashing. On On.