After a few cold and frosty mornings, Eartham Wood greeted us with a lovely morning. As I arrived early I had the opportunity to spot two lady runners who had been out in the woods for a jog so I did the decent thing and went up and introduced myself and the hash, seeking new members (honest, mílud, that is my story and Iím sticking to it). There was only 1 JM and as Sue called us to order two planes made a giant X in the sky. Rather apt we thought. I donít know how much that little show cost the hares to put on but it was much appreciated.
Although there were no new members we had a new Hash Dog as The Can Man had rescued a collie cross and introduced him to the pack.
So usual lies and preamble over and we were off along the trail towards Stane Street.
The problem with a trail in a well known area is that everybody knows where you are going - wrong and thrice wrong!
After following Old Faithful down the correct trail it became obvious that bluff and double bluff was to be the order of the day. It was a fast trail (well fast for hashers) with Sinbad in training for the London Marathon and Bambi in training for ???? the spring rutting season?
They kept pushing the pack ever onward. In the main the pack kept to the main paths with a couple of ankle breaking exceptions but even though we seemed to cover a fair amount of ground we were all kept together. A nice smattering of hills had us all puffing and blowing, except of course Amanda the panda who never looks tired or exhausted no matter what the circumstances.
Speaking of whom she had down a fair job of increasing pack numbers by bringing along offspring and friends who on occasions even broke into a trot - well done those natural hashers.
It seemed after a while that we were going in an anti clockwise circle and sure enough familiar ground began to beckon, although as befits these two devious and experienced hashers even the last couple of checks had a sting in the tail as falsies were thrown down the expected way home.
The chariots were seen and on in came the pack although wether the correct way home was taken we are not sure.
We arrived back to find Mussolini smirking and giving some ridiculous story about being late so he was promptly given the hashit for another two weeks. He asked if he was going to keep it for the whole year... Donít tempt fate is all I can say. So hashit awarded and then on to the Winterton Arms for apres hash.
A nice run in the winter sun (Oooh look it rhymes!)
JMs have asked everybody to note that after the 5ooth we are having a sit down meal. The pub can only take 50 people so make sure you place your orders. Deposits - say £5 will be required on March the 2nd.
Also we need the names of anybody who wants a 500th T shirt as they will not be much use after the event. Anything other ideas to make the day go with a bang see the JMs.