| Run 497 2nd March 2003 - 11.00am |
Humble Scribe and the Eskimo
2nd March 2003 Whiteways Lodge, top of Bury Hill. Arrive early to get a parking space. Please note: Bring your deposit for the 500th meal if you are coming. Click for a map Click for a detailed map |
Due to circumstances beyond our control (couldnt be bothered, cold, wet, miserable) we were unable to check out the trail the previous week and intended to do so on the Saturday prior to the hash.
However something cropped up and we found ourselves en route to the car park at 7:30 p.m with a map, 3 bags of flour and a host of good intentions. With the bottle of wine consumed the night before confusing the issue somewhat we finally managed to get the map upright and set off into the woods to lay the trail trying to produce a trail that was interesting, devious and back at the chariots on the hour.
Well one out of three is not bad.
A reasonable pack showed up including Paul the blood doctor and Vicky Logo Slave still in her White Stuff top!!! (T shirts are available). A reminder from the JM about paying for the 500th Dinner and a few lies from us and we were off. Well we were after Caroline had the grace to join us late again. This is such a usual occurrence nowadays that I had to refer it to the Hash Names Committee. Elvis suggested that henceforth we should name her Last Minute and that he would present the name personally but after I reminded him that he was supposed to be dead, he just signed the hash nickname form and left it at that.
So finally the pack scurried into the wood turned left (when the flour turned right) and got lost. After explaining to Bambi that you are meant to follow the flour things took a turn for the better and the pack went into the forest. The first check was easy but with long falsies (blame The Eskimo) but the pack were prevented from running down the correct trail as Bambi was relieving himself. Job done and onto the next check to find Mussolini and The Chamois complaining that they were tired of waiting for the pack. Another check and then to a nice choice of 6 trails with most people going up the wrong trail. This was the last we saw of Paul for a long while as he got lost. Even worse he was on call from the hospital and the Logo Slave had the car keys. Hairbrush (or rather his dog) found the correct trail and on up into the Shiggy. We had to wait for Spiderman as he had decided to foolishly trot down a very long falsie but he soon caught up with a sniffling Panda who was very poorly but still ran - brave girl.
Carolinas little brother Giro (well younger brother) was bounding along on his first hash but he unwisely followed Old Faithful down a very long and wrong falsie whilst the pack climbed a very large hill. I only hope that Hash Flash managed to catch the walking pack on camera.
The pack came out near the road to Bignor Hill and they were sure they knew where they were.
Whist some foolhardy souls ran up towards Bignor, Daves dog headed for the chariots closely followed by The Ref, Whispers and eventually the rest of the pack. Down the hill and a brief turn to the right but by now the pack knew which way to go. Well most of them as some over ran a falsie and disappeared into the distance. One more check and then the On Inn was sighted and one last hill back to the chariots. We gleefully saw the big hand strike 12 and so after awarding Old faithful the hashit everybody got to the pub at a reasonable time. Remember to book you places for the 500th meal. On On!
Humble Scribe