The day began as I drove towards the location for the hash, by seeing Mussolini pedalling furiously up the hill towards Duncton, the morning sun reflecting brightly off his bald little head blinding drivers coming in the opposite direction. When I got to Sutton Common other hashers were comparing notes as to where they had seen him en route. He eventually turned up on time and the pack realised that we were masterless. However last years masters took over the task. After the article in the local paper we had to welcome all of the newcomers. There were the same amount of newcomers as there are honest politicians so that didínt take any time and it was over to the hares.
The excuses began with a brief explanation that there were now Exmoor ponies around to keep down the birches or something and that they had developed a taste for hash flour which may present a few problems later on. There was also a hint that the paths were non existent and there was the occasional fern.
So off we went across the common and up to the first check. This was fine and the pack was not fooled with the front runners racing to the next check. It was nice to see Jan back from his stay in the USA, although I did notice that he was unshaven, bringing casual colonial habits back with him!!!
So after the next check it was into the ferns (where we remained for the next hour). The problem here was that they had overgrown the path and obscured the blobs of flour laid by the hares.
This was a problem as the blobs had to be huge to be seen. On a couple of occasions they were as big as a 5p piece!
However Chi Hashers are not easily put off and it was into the woods past notices to keep out......
The Doc explained as we raced between checks that he and Miriam had met the owners whilst out on a recce (he and Miriam you understand, not the owners) and that Miriam, being braver than Roger had taken the bull by the horns and obtained permission for us to use it for a one-time-only run (the owner being away on her honeymoon).
Apparently there is no right of way as they are going to turn it into an eco wood breeding Tyrannosaurs or something, which will add a new edge to runs in that area.
The only wild animal met on the run however was a large adder. Hash flash asked Old Faithful to hold it up so that he could take a pic for hash posterity but Graham had decided that he would rather remain safe and alive which meant that the adder was undisturbed. The pack did briefly come across a few paths and on these occasions, The Can Man, having no cans to collect contented himself with trimming out brambles and other hash booby traps with his gardening scissors. (I am sure there is a proper name for gardening scissors, Titchmarsh Shears or something).
So as the hour approached it became clear that the common was again in sight and the chariots beckoned.
The pack arrived in 1 piece and all together (well done hares) back at the car park, bang on time.
So the list of nominees were read out but Robinís selfless act of trimming away brambles was deemed too good for hashers and so he was awarded the hashit (or would have been if we could find it!).
On to the White Horse at Sutton for apres hash.
A beautiful day and a well laid trail - our thanks to the hares.