When you describe a night hash the first thing that you should make people aware of is that it is dark! Obviously as the sun disappeared over the horizon and the spooky night began to creep up on us, many brave hashers decided to stay indoors by their fires.
This resulted in a small but dedicated band of hashers gathering at the Belmont pub in Bedhampton.
As we drove up Old Faithful was seen standing in the road in a bright yellow T shirt, oblivious to the cold , advertising the location. The digital, neon LCD display boards had been misplaced and this was the low tech solution to the problem.
So in the dark the hares gave us the usual lies about the course but during this epistle it was noticed that Carolina had come prepared for a night hash. Full make up - before a sweaty run-in the dark where nobody could see her - Am I the only one who finds this strange?
So without much ado we were off across the road and down a narrow track and into the dark. The previous night hash had taken us up Portsdown Hill but this time we went off in the other direction, down an alleyway and to the recreation ground. The flour seemed to show up on the track and we were off down a country lane with relative newcomer Paul racing ahead reaching the next check before being sent off on a falsie that he described as 'exciting?' The trail led us to a foot bridge over the A27 and into the Langstone Harbour area.
This presented it's own problems. As we came through a small wooded area an open field gave hundreds of opportunities to get lost. As the Eskimo and Artur (a polish student coming along with the Can Man) had cleverly decided to wear black, on a black night in a black field they were easily spotted. Rasta had been smart enough to bring a spare torch so she lent it to Artur which prevented him from becoming lost. The trail was found and we discovered a deserted car park near the harbour and began searching for flour.
We did not find any flour but we did find a courting couple who unsportingly decided that two's company a hash pack is a crowd, and departed pdq.
Eventually a spot of flour was found and we were off passing a fisherman setting up for the night in the pitch black (and they say we are mad?) and round in a circle to lead back to a track. Out into the road and then through a wood where Peter had to stand at the exit as you came down a bank next to the canal with a strong likelihood of slipping in. Nobody lost at this hurdle and then through to another roadway which led to a bridge hidden in the dark. Well not completely hidden because we found the courting couple again! This time they stayed put and let us move off - much more sporting. Or perhaps they were otherwise engaged who knows?
But with the sound of the A27 roaring in our ears the way back over the bridge was found and down the same alley we came in on. However nothing as simple as an easy On Inn, the hares still had a trick up their sleeves giving us one last false trail before the On Inn was sighted. So scurrying back to the chariots and getting changed before going to the pub. Carolina amused herself by taking pictures of people changing in the car and Graham and Pru rushed offbecause they were meant to be attending a family gathering. A really enjoyable night run and hopefully better attended next time.