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Est 1983 - ON PRES: Robin Low

 
Run 515
9th November 2003
James ‘Whispers’ de Bounevialle
Rewell Woods - The Spur - this is a guess but please wait here anyway
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Wet, Wet, Wet. The weather that is, not the pop group. Popstars and other highly important persons are usually kept out of the cold and the wind in case they catch some terrible life threatening complaint but hashers are expected to turn out and just trudge through the mud. Firstly all credit must go to Whispers who devised and laid the trail all alone! This means any complaints or accolades must be directed in his direction.
The Chamois gathered the pack together in the rain (did I mention it was wet?) and apologised for lack of another JM but as it was remembrance Sunday she was on church parade. Talking of which the pack had a minutes silence before handing over to the hare and then being sent off down the road leaving Treefeller hiding under his large golf umbrella relatively dry.
We set off down the road and past the usual turn into Rewell Wood and some of us thought that we may be crossing the road into a different land but we were twisted back down into the wood and then on to the first check.
There followed a couple of long falsies. In fact the first falsie was so long that by the time the front runners had disappeared into the distance and the back markers had caught up, many hashers had grown beards, babies had been bom and galaxies formed - it was a long falsie.
Eventually two checks later they had caught up sloshing through the mud (did I mention that it was wet?) just in time to find yet another long falsies. Considering Whispers had laid it on his own there were a lot of very long falsies. We knew this area well but there were still many twists and turns to keep us confused (not difficult with hashers). Down into the old area that used to be open sand dunes but is now growing into a nice wood where there were huge puddles, knee deep.
Hash Flash gallantly offered to carry Amanda the Panda across but she declined on the grounds that she did not trust him and did not fancy the early bath! Sploshing through the sand and back into the wood (did I mention it was wet?) we all had a vague idea of where we were but still could not quite find that trail to lead us home and to dry clothes. However before long a familiar cross roads appeared and more seasoned hashers began to smell warm beer.
Spidermnan dressed up as though he was on shift as a trawler fisherman began to work his way back and follow Buster On Inn.
Across the last field and then back to the Spur where the JM mentioned many transgressors but eventually the hashit was given to Evrim due to the fact that she had kept her hair neat and tidy and dry (did I mention it was wet?) under a hood, which most hashers found very wimpy!
She did not even have the grace to kneel in the mud to receive her prize! She even felt embarrassed going into a pub with wet socks and waited until she was in front of the fire before slipping off her shoes. "I remember in days gone by when the hash was asked to leave because of muddy boots-why back in Poona in 85 or was it 86???? " Sorry I've been hashing too long. So back to the event - a good run on a well laid trail in the rain - perfect hashing. On On!

Humble Scribe

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