After mentioning last time that we had at last had a true hashers autumn, Mother Nature played a trick on us and threw in the first winter snap. The usual suspects turned up to shiver in the car park with only Paul daft enough to wear shorts, that is until Whispers turned up just as the JM ‘Splasher’ was making his speech. There was only one JM as Invisible was off doing some ‘proper’ running. Caroline had turned up in a nice little white top which would have gone nicely in the mud but as it was so cold Treefeller became crawler of the day and lent her a spare fleecy to run in.
There was very little preamble as it was so cold and the pack went off into the depths of the woods into the shiggy. The first check came upon us and the true trail was found but various members were seen popping behind trees to water the undergrowth (well it was cold!).
The checks came quickly and led us through the wood, with a couple of loops thrown in, to Slindon village, where Peter dropped all of the batteries from his camera, and after some long falsies up a hill with a check mid-way. The pack all pretended that it was a good chance to let the back markers catch up but in reality it was a chance for a breather.
Another check and then the Can Man informed us that it was at this very place that the longest check in CHI H3 history had taken place. (Silly of us not to remember it as it was only 10 years ago). We all felt that a back check was coming and that the trail may lead off down the hill but Miriam informed us that it was a falsie. The pack milled around confused (it doesn’t take much) until the Can Man found a trail leading into the undergrowth and parallel to the trail which got us to the bottom of the hill.
Here was a chance for a check and Whispers raced off on the true trial whist the rest of us trotted on behind. The pack were led in a big loop whilst Pancsi smirked and Hairbrush just giggled (pathetic isn’t it?) until we trotted up the trail with Peter and Bambi trailblazing up to the next check.
It was here that Caroline mentioned that she had been running in the mornings with her Dad and a neighbour to keep fit - a fit hasher - is that hashitable? It would have been but the hashit had been decided upon.
So another check and more scrambling through woodland until we came to a regroup at the curved stone seat - a good photo opportunity. However Peter had a bit more trouble with his battery nand then we were off. Through the woods and then back to the Fontwell car park -Ooops wrong car park, so up the road and through the wood until the On Inn was seen and a cold and bedraggled pack came in.
The pack gathered around to award the hashit to Carolina who was deserting us to go back to Brazil. To make matters worse she complained about the cold (wrapped up in many layers) and then told us that it was 42 degrees centigrade at home!!! We hope to see her soon.
Peter took a picture and yet again had trouble with his batteries - this could not be allowed to pass - Do any old hashers remember Torchy the Battery Boy, a programme on television in the 60’s? Well after his trouble with the batteries I called the Names committee and the members approved the new nickname of Torchy.
Stephen Hawkins was especially pleased with the name as was the Dalai Lama. Refreshments were taken at the Spur. So 1 more before Christmas