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Run 476 |
Stephen 'Humble Scribe' & Csilla 'The Eskimo' Hanjal-Smith |
An overcast day greeted a small but loyal band of hashers to East Dean only a few weeks after the Easter run at the same location, so it was obvious that everybody would know where they were going.
After the usual meaningless preamble and lies regarding the course, the pack were off down the side of the pub and to the first check where some eager beavers remembering the Easter run decided to head for the hills and started on a long and fruitless trek upwards. Spiderman scurried onwards only to complain that there was no trail where he had been running! Doh! Hash Flash briefly looked into an accompanying field but as it had a vicious wild and almost awake horse in it, decided that discretion was the better part of valour and came back. This was a pity as it was the true trail and eventually the pack overruled him and trotted across the field avoiding the electric fence which I was sure we would find a victim fried upon but no such luck.
Across the field and to the next check the choice was up or along a trail to Charlton Forest with a nasty little turn hidden from sight. Mussolini and 3 Star took the easy option whilst the rest of the pack opted for the hill. After a long while when the pack had disappeared into the distance, Mussolini and 3 Star came back with Paul grumbling and Louise commenting "What a good falsie" (Nuf said?)
They were so far behind that it was another 2 checks at the regroup before we gathered together with Old Faithful back from his op. leading the way. We had seen three deer on separate occasion whilst laying the trail but the grumbling of the pack prevented a repeat of that, although some pack members did comment on the pretty bluebells (they cant be tired enough!)
After a few feeble attempts at checking the pack was off again crossing another check until being presented with a check that had 5 options, one of which was a big dip followed by a big hill. With Invisible Porrett taking the tough option and Jan taking the wise option (although Sinbad was even wiser as he had gone for a cycle ride claiming injury), the rest of the pack half heartedly checked it out. Eventually Jan called "Check Ahead" just in time to stop Joyce disappearing over the horizon never to be seen again.
Another check and into the woods with a few members looking anxiously at their watches.
Another check and another set of long falsie with the Can Man claiming that Mussolini had called him back when he was on the rue trail. However this was a ridiculous claim as nobody EVER believes Mussolini so Can Man should have had the courage of his convictions and carried on!
By now we were heading for home with less and less inclination to make checks on this long hash (sorry about that but it was fun laying it!).
Sue had to stop for a call of nature but did not suffer the fate of the Eskimo who stung her bum whilst attempting to do the same.
Finally the last check with the pack following Mussolini due to his local knowledge which was completely wrong. It really warmed my heart.
So finally back to the Hurdlemakers for a their usual welcome and apres Hash where the Treefeller got the hashit for telephoning a JM to ask where was the Hash, even though it is on the hash notes, website, etc. On On!
Humble Scribe