Finally it happened! A true British hash day. The rain began in the morning sending all little hashers a message - stay cuddled up in bed..... or say goodbye, go home, get changed and go to the hash.
Well suffice to say a goodly bunch chose the latter. This was not in our normal hashing area although I believe we have run here before. I stopped a local and asked "Do you live near here?" "Yes" "Do you know where Tullecombe Car Park is?" "It’s nowhere near here" they replied. I found it 800 metres up the road.
The pack began to gather along with a bunch of youths who were doing some criminal community service. But we chose to be here so how mad does that make us?
The JM’s (Yes we had two this week) gathered the pack and without much ado handed over to the Hares.
This was not difficult as Joyce handed over to herself. (It struck me when I wrote this that sometimes I refer to Joyce and sometimes to Invisible or the JM etc. It is very similar to the situation in War and Peace where the Princes are referred sometimes by title and sometimes by diminutive. You see you get real quality at ChiH3) Enough of these ramblings. With a bound we were off, into the wet sodden trails with a search for the trail and into the forest. It has to be said that the location was wonderful. Many hashers mentioned that running in the rain in a nice forest was perfect. (Further evidence of mental instability). It was good to see Caroline back again and the size off the pack remains respectable (unlike the membership).
I would give a check by check account of where we went with all of twists and turns but I got confused and after a while gave up and just tried to follow the flour. This in itself proved a problem as some cretin had deliberately kicked out checks and covered dots with leaves. Message to saboteurs -
Get a Life! So with Bambi feeling particularly frisky bounding along at the beginning and Paul and Spiderman following suit, the pack moved at a fair speed through the undergrowth. It was a bit strange to see Whispers laying on his back in the mud, to get shots of hashers running up the hill. Rasta & The Panda were giving it all they had and on one occasion even broke into a trot. The Can Man found a reasonable supply of cans and the pack was in a good mood. It did get a bit strung out a few times as the front runners became over eager and had some silly idea that they knew where they were going but a grinning Mussolini soon put paid to that. We seemed to be moving in an anti clockwise circle but that could just have been me getting dizzy. The good thing about these woods was the densely packed trees with lots of trails. The bad thing about these woods were the densely packed trees with lots of trails. Had we covered this bit before?
Down a few slippery slopes and across soft and gooey shiggy we began to get a whiff of warm chariot.
The pace picked up and before we knew it we were in familiar territory. The On Inn was sighted and the pack raced for the car park. The hashit was a travesty of justice as Mussolini was given it for being in bed when Invisible called for him to lay the trail (ever hopeful) but one certain young lady avoided getting the hashit even though she ran in a ‘White Stuff’ branded sweat shirt (logo slave).
The pack retired to The Jolly Drover for much needed refreshment after all of the hard work.
A really good run appreciated by all. Well done those Hares!!!