....lay round about, deep and crisp and even. Or in the English version, no snow just drizzle and mud.
We approached the venue travelling up the old A3 and turned right to see the signs up for the hash directing us down a steep muddy path and that gave us the tone of the run. Wet and ‘orrible. It looked like Rain Dear. The pack had heeded our request and almost to a man had turned up in Christmas hats with bobbles and bells. Rasta was on hand to lend Xmas hats for those who did not bring them.
Bambi has obviously getting into his role a little bit too seriously because not only did he turn up wearing a set of antlers, but then proceeded to spend the day bellowing MOVE which became MOOSE as the run developed. We were unsure if this meant ON or Falsie but as it does not seem to matter with this pack no harm was done.
The JM (Splasher) called the pack to order and with a plaintive chocking sound and a tear being bravely held back mentioned that his time as JM was almost done. The effect was spoiled a bit as Whispers turned up late again but without much ado the hares informed us that it was short and wet ( which also applies to half of the pack) and told us to find the trail. We scurried off into the woods along a falsie but soon were directed along the correct trail and to the first check. We were scurrying along because we had been told that at checks marked with a dot there would be a bauble and that these baubles could be exchanged for prizes when we returned. As you all know there is nothing like bribery to make a hasher run.
So jogging along with Sue Spooner who rather fetchingly had added a trail of gold tinsel to her Christmas attire, we came to the check only to find that Bambi had scooped the first prize. So down a wet and muddy trail to the next check which turned us back into the wood where we met Caroline who had turned up late (again!). More checks and more baubles but then a trail with no flour. No spots, blobs or any clue that hares had ever passed that way. So what’s new you cry. Most of the trails laid by the Chichester pack tend to be short on flour. But this was even more spooky when we got to an obvious break in the trail and found that the check had been SABOTAGED! Not only that but apparently it was a check where there should have been a bauble..... It was not there!! THEFT AND SABOTAGE! But we bravely carried on almost back to the chariots before being whisked away back into the forest. However it did not take long before Shades and Pancsi (who also turned up late...... which makes us wonder about Caroline) found the trail and began to lead us back in.
Soon the cry, not of On Inn but Merry Xmas was heard and we were back home at last. Surprises were to come though. Spiderman got the hashit for, I’m not quite sure but it was well deserved and then after the group photos arranged by hash flash Rasta had laid on a spread for us. Mince pies, cheese, wine beer, sherry, crisps...Yummy!
The Ref was still complaining as he felt that The Panda should have got the hashit for suggesting that in his Xmas outfit he looked like a gnome. I felt that Whispers should have got it for being just too gallant and allowing Caroline to take a bauble he found. The Eskimo had her first taste of English Sherry which surprised the Can Man. Shades had bought a new mini which considering he and Bambi now have one and are among the taller hashers it surprised me. Caroline demolished most of the cheese like a gluttonous mouse which surprised Rasta and Christmas was only two days away which surprised Simon.
An excellent run, a well laid out spread and a good time had by one and all.
On On and Merry Xmas!