A nice relaxing weekend in the countryside away from the hustle and bustle of the city. That is what a lady called Jayne thought she was in for. However when you are silly enough to share a house for the weekend with a hasher, especially one who is laying the trail that weekend then all ideas of relaxing go out of the window. Miss Perfect roped her guest in for trail laying duties and along with Dogwhistle met the pack at the pond in Emsworth to greet one and all.
Andrew apologised for not coming for the past twelve years (he must have had something else to do) and after hearing apologies from the Can Man to the effect that the Polish contingent had sloped off to a car boot sale, the JMs passed us on to the hares and then the pack were off.
The pack had a short tour of the city of Emsworth before setting off for the countryside.
I joined Sue ‘Tigger’ Spooner on a forced march threading our way through the course just in time to meet one of the hares ‘Dogwhistle’ who explained that a large angry resident had objected to the pack running through his back yard because it was not a public right of way. However if the local hunt can go charging through people’s property on horseback then what’s the problem with a few genteel hashers, that’s what I say (unless the aforementioned large angry resident is in earshot). The Can Man was in his element as the amount of discard cans made for a good harvest. Talking of harvests (what a brilliant link, eat your heart out local DJs) many hashers were complaining of a lack of flour through the fields. Miss Perfect countered that she could have sworn it was laid but perhaps the large ten ton combine harvester ploughing through the field had moved it a bit. This could be true as large combine harvesters are no respecters of flour.
Taking a short cut we managed to come out at the front of the pack to find Hash Flash and Amanda the Panda miles in front and quite alone. Wait for the pack? They were having none of it. Shortly after Sinbad came puffing along having to recheck the trail as the leaders were so far in front. Down into Southbourne for a regroup and a chance for The Eskimo and Evrim to stop chatting and catch their breath. The other time they stopped chatting was when Evrim found some blackberries and stopped for a snack. The pack turned towards the harbour and set off in the direction of what they hoped would be home. However it was very hot and some hashers stopped for a ‘pit stop’ and hose down. They had to stop again shortly as Malibog ws showing some smelly seaweed to Little Miss Mini Malibog, when he stepped in a hole and tumbled over hurting himself a little bit (or if there is an American lawyer reading this, sustaining life threatening and trauma inducing injuries). Some hashers feigned interest for a while but opening time was nearly upon them so he had to get up and limp home. The pack came in and justly awarded the hashit to Bambi for not coming along and carrying the hashit he won from last time.