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Est 1983 - ON PRES: Robin Low

 
Run 520
Sat 10th January 2004
NIGHT HASH 1900 (7PM) Torchy and Old Faithfull
SU726060 - Northern end of Pook Lane, Warblington (east side of Havant). N.B.This is on the north side of the A27. Torches are advised. This will be a mixed surface run, some road some track, some mud (if wet). If it is raining, the hash will be held over for a later occasion. If in doubt, phone Peter 02392 374418) or Graham (02392 453168) before 6pm.
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In times gone by the nighthash has been a sparsely attended affair and with the weather warning of hurricanes and typhoons to come this one was set to match previous attendances.
However I had not allowed for the sheer cussedness of hashers. Given the chance of a dark night full of rain with accompanying wind, the turn out was excellent. All of the hashers entered into the spirit of the thing with Patrick and Kevin wearing white, some others wearing luminous clothing and yet others missing the point just a little. Sue ‘Tigger’ Spooner falling back on her military training decided that camoflague was the order of the day and wore black. Eskimo wore black but had a luminous running bib, which she then covered at the back with her long hair and at the front with a dark scarf. Hash Flash turned up with a searchlight big enough to summon Batman if needed, which turned out to be too heavy to carry and Whispers ran along with a miners lamp attached to his head. (I’m beginning to worry about this hash) .
So JM Bambi called the pack to order and then the hares set us off down the road to the first check. At first the flour was easily seen standing out from the pavement but then we ventured into the dark and down the little lanes and then over the A27 heading into the darkfields. We sploshed through the mud with only The Panda keeping clean until we came to a graveyard where upon Patrick and I braved vampires, demons and other ghosties to find the hash trail next to the church (we were also hoping to see some slinky young vampire slayers but no luck). However Sinbad could be heard yelling On On in the direction of the beach (at least his good lady wife had the sense to be blonde and therefore visable) so we stumbled onto the shingle and on to the next check. We all felt sure it went along the beach so of course it did not and we were off down another muddy path until we did finally reach the beach and then back into the houses and somehow where were half an hour before. So we all milled around aimlessly until it began to dawn on us (can it dawn at night?) that we were heading in the direction of home.
We came to a tunnel under the A27 and we all knew for certain that this led home and rushed to the end only to find false trails. Those crafty hares had backchecked us and we had to creep down a small alleyway in the dark to begin to sense that we were on the way home.
The dark alleyways became familair and lo and behold the chariots were in sight.
So kept in a tight bunch the pack returned home all safe and sound.
Bambi gave us his opinion that to all be there that night we were a sad bunch with nothing else better to do (true) and then began to list all of the candidates for the hashit (basically everybody) until finally awarding said trophy to Whispers who it seems, did a recce earlier on to check out the trail!!! Has the man no honour? Sorry, silly question.
Directions were given to the pub and off we went with Arif wondering if he would be allowed in with muddy boots but no worries as there were only about 4 locals in the bar and they probably needed the customers.
So all in all an enjoyable nights work and hearty congrats to the hares for a devious course.

Humble Scribe
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