A bright sunny day made the forthcoming run an anticipated treat for all merry hashers. After the pack met we had to stand and pose for a picture which was taken by Carolina from Brazil (via the Can Man).
Before the usual preliminaries Splasher informed us that he would not be here next time (Hurrah!) but will be back after that (Boo!) info was given about the French Hash (Hurrah!) but nobody volunteered for the Easter day Hash (Boo!) so your Humble Scribe stepped in (Hurrah!) - I think that I had better stop as this is getting silly.
So over to Whispers who informed us that wherever we saw little pictures of the hare (no sample shown which was a pity as hashers are not very bright) we should retain said pic to be exchanged for a prize upon return. So off we set down the road and after a longish run into a wooded area where we saw our first flour. I say our first flour as there were those who said it was the only flour but this was unfair as I saw another blob only half an hour later. The first couple of checks were confusing affairs with seemingly more than one true trail and more than one falsie, or was I just getting easily confused.
Another check and another confusion. This time the trail led to a false which was near a sewage pipe.
Many hashers peered intently down the hole as it has not been unknown for us to disappear into such places but no flour was seen. However somebody did find a hare picture so all was not lost.
Hairbrush was seen teasing his Dalmation dog through the muddiest of puddles on purpose but this action did not seem to have caught the attention of the JM’s and so a good opportunity to get rid of the hashit was missed. After peering down the hole for a long time Whispers came and showed us the true trail by over running a falsie.
Pancsi and Shades did seem a bit puzzled by this but I explained to them that this was because they really do expect the hash to have some rules. Once this silly notion is discarded all possibilities are open and the trail becomes understandable.
So with Invisible Porrett at the front as always we seemed to enter familiar ground. It was at this point that I was teasing my better half about her layers of clothing only to find that Carolina from Brazil also had on three layers. It was pointed out to me though by more than one person that Csilla had again got on 5 layers of clothes and that she was getting favoured treatment by not being awarded a nickname for her actions. I took this on board and did consult the names and standards committee of the hash (runners section) and they did indicate that if I did not award the nickname the hash would have less integrity than an Al Fayed paid-for MP. So the name of Eskimo has now been awarded. The pack now began to head for home regardless of the trail as they smelled the chariots and the pub was open. As we came behind the Spur Mussolini sped up the hill shortcutting for all he was worth but the valiant hare managed to catch the rest of us at it and headed us off at the pass and redirected us back along the trail. So finally the pack returned in 1s and 2s until we were all reassembled to award the Panda with the hashit (or toilet roll as the seat is still missing).
I am not sure why as Sue Spooner having a new haircut surely deserved a mention but to no avail.
So all in all an entertaining hash laid by Whispers on his own - Wee done that hasher!