You could tell that it was going to be one of those days when turning up to the appointed meeting place Old Faithful and Rasta (nothing to do with this run) were putting out signs saying HHH. A horsebox had kindly parked taking up the entire car park but luckily it was to be a smallish pack and we managed to squeeze in somehow.
The fatal hour approached and still no signs of a hare.
The pack were turning ugly well uglier than they usually are, and that is pretty ugly.
With seconds to go Splasher turned up to quell talk of a ‘live’ hare run (chasing Musssolini around a wood is not fun people might get the wrong idea).
So Splasher explained that he was to be helped by Veronica who would bring all her years of experience to bear in devising a wily trail but sadly she had managed to twist her ankle and could not walk, so mini-splasher (Splasher’s offspring) had stepped in to fill the breach.
The pack were told that the trail was laid in sawdust and it was pointed out immediately that this may prove difficult as the autumn leaves may hide the sawdust.
What nobody had realised was that Simon had ordered in some specially constructed SAS sawdust that has the ability to disguise itself in wooded areas.
So on to the first check and eager hashers (is there such a thing?) scurried off down the trails to find that all of them were false!!
After wandering around looking lost the hare took them off down the correct trail proclaiming that his trail had been tampered with by none other than his own son.
Somehow such shameless attempts to blame his own flesh and blood did not earn him the hashit!
However the scenery in this part of the world made up for everything and the pack trundled across the sandy areas which caused Evrim to say she was tired and she started harvesting wild chestnuts.
As the Eskimo came to a check Pancsi informed her that this was a Ladies check.
Not really believing him but trying to do the decent thing she trekked off into the distance whilst the pack hurried off in the opposite direction.
That seems to be the hash equivalent of wrapping your teenage children’s sandwiches up in a roadmap but undaunted she caught up and did what every girl would do in her place She Told On Him to one of the JM’s. After the long on in this seed came back to haunt him as it earned him the hashit for ignoble conduct.
So after all of that it was off to the Foresters for après hash.