Est 1983 - ON PRES: Robin Low
7th July 2002
Selwyn ‘The Ref’ Kemp and Joyce ‘Invisible’ Porrett
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Well it had to happen. After one of the most pleasant and sunny days for hashing at the last event (the midsummer hash), the Gods decided to remind us that we did in fact live in England and therefore and English summer is supposed to be wet! So a less than enthusiastic band of hashers met at Singleton Oilfield with not one making the mistake of waiting at the bottom of the road.
The pack was called to order and it was thanks all round for Invisible and her excellent hospitality two weeks previously and also for Mike’s good Bar-B-Q.
The Can Man introduced Beate from Hamburg who was running with us that day. It was a pity that it was only a one off as somebody from Hamburg had to be a Hamburger and coming along with a Scotsman she would have been a Big Mac but we’ve missed that opportunity for that nickname.
Our fears began to set in when The Ref informed us that the reason he was limping badly was because whilst laying the trail on the previous day he had picked up an injury which necessitated a spell at A&E to check for broken bones etc. Just how bad was this trail going to be? So after introducing new member Andy we were told to find the trail. Check within sight of the chariots?
So off we scurried up a wet and muddy hill into the forest.
This really is perfect hashing country with hills, trees, mud and lots of trails.
So the first check and there were hashers going in every direction. Miriam rushing off with enthusiasm which after 15 years with this pack you thought she would know better.
But the trail was found and off we went. The checks came frequently and with this excellent network of trails there was always a good choice of tracks to follow. There were a couple of nasty loops thrown in for good measure and on one occasion we managed to lose both The Can Man and Beate but managed to find them again. The weather and general laziness meant that there was a good deal of standing around discussing the trail and the weather and the tennis and.... well anything except the job in hand.
Old Faithful seemed to set a new record because I did not see him take the correct trail on one occasion.
So check after check followed and at one point Hash Flash who was carrying the hashit passed it over to Amanda the Panda while he tied his shoe lace and then did a runner leaving her carrying the trophy.
Mind you she was not having that and a stern rebuke had him back to heel to retrieve said object.
The falsies were long and devious and our nrewcomer friend was seen on many a false trail.
As usual certain members thought they knew where they were and tried the obvious trail only to find that Bluff and Double Bluff were the order of the day.
As time was marching on Miriam declared that they have to leave a bit early and would take a short cut back and for us not to look for them if they were missing - Why would we do that?
So eventually a wet and bedraggled pack limped in spurred into last minute action as Invisible jogged past them all.
Splasher made the speech at the end declaring that the hashit would go to the Doc for being rude to a JM.
The point was made that this would mean that everybody would be guilty but he stood firm.
So the Doc it was. A good day if a bit muddy. On On