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Est 1983 - ON PRES: Robin Low

 
Run 502
11th May 2003
Graham ‘Old Faithful’ and Pru ‘Rasta’ assisted by Alan ‘Hash Flash’ and Amanda ‘The Panda’
Buriton, Queen Elizabeth Country Park
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A bright but breezy day greeted the pack at the QE Park. We had a newcomer Sophia who, according to the Can Man was very interesting having dual nationality in both Argentina and Spain. A short preamble and then off up the hill following the trail until puffing and blowing we arrived at the first check. A brief stop and then ever upward. At the next check Bambi was already stroming ahead ( he likes the woods you see as it amkes him feel at home).
Hoever these hares were not to allow front runners to hae their own way. They managed to turn the pack around and before long the last were first and the first were last.
Sinbad was running well complaining that his latest LondonMarathon time was not too good. I was not sure if it were polite to mention tht most people on the expereinced side of 70 would be happy to get any time over 26 miles but decided to keep my comments to myself and just report him to the JMs for showing off.
We came to a chcek where there were so many trails to follow that it ws possible for each hasher to have his or her own falsie but it was not to be as some hashers decided to group together to show a group effort to any passers by. We bounded (well shuffled) past a bunch of picnicers who could not quite understand why we were doing it and why I had a toilet seat with me but the uneducated are always with us.
As I plodded up one hill following the Ref it did occur to me that yet again the Hres had managed to find a hilly course that consisted of hills that only ever go up!
In fact at one point we were reduced to scrambling and climbing up a bank that even Sir Edmund Hilary would have found too much to bear but somehow we managed it secure in the knowledge that home was this way, or perhaps the other way. Or perhaps we were just lost.
We began to realise that we were generally heading off in the direction of the chariots but flse trails were everywhere until Jan found the correct one and suddenly it was realised that as it was ten past twelve expereinced hares would not leave us adrift in the forest.
I must admit to a couple of luckybreaks and found myself coming down the hill and seeing the chariots in the distance.It was at this time that a rumbling sound was hears as Jairo did his bid for glory and raced in for home (shame that man!) but the gods of hashing took a hand and his sprint for home became a tumble and down he went. I of course showed due care and attention by leaving him to his own devices and jogged on back to the car park feeling sure that I had avoided carrying the hashit for another week as this was surely a certainty for the hashit.
However this was not to be as Bambi’s leading from the front had annoyed enough people to fix the award so that he is to carry it at the next run.
Apres Hash was at the Master Robert at the bottom of the hill where Splasher managed to insult the publican,s portugues wife thereby managing to add to the bad reputation of Chi H3 and also causing an international incident. Such if Life.

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