As Fittleworth is a tiny village the venue was not hard to find. In fact it is so small that the ‘Welcome to Fittleworth’ sign and the ‘You are now leaving Fittleworth’ sign are painted back to back on the same board.
We were met by the beaming hares who after intro by the JM’s and welcome to newcomer Mary, informed us that the checks would be amended slightly (rule 171b - Eurohash rules amended 2001) and that if we had not found a trail within 20 metres of a check then it did not exist.
This obviously worried some of us who had not seen hide nor hair of a trail in the last three hashes! No matter, without further ado we were off to find the first check in a very short time.
There were a selection of paths on offer and the pack set to like little beagles with noses to the ground. The true was found and up we went. Another check and up we went again only to find that at the top of the hill there was a trig point with three dots around it. Bambi and I spent some time circling this before a friendly hare (yes there are one or two) pointed out that three spots meant falsie and not just to go around and around the trig point. (Well that saved a few hours then!).
However on the way down I twisted my ankle and the pack kindly ran over and past without disturbing me until another hare asked ‘Are you all right?’ That’s the kind of caring , sharing pack we are....
So we scrambled down the hills and kept finding a check every few metres until our little hashers heads began to spin (in a gentle Winnie the Pooh sort of way not an Excorsist type of thing you understand). We finally emereged form the forest with Old Faithful charging ever forward one way whilst Whispers bounded off in the other. We came to a road and looking left and right (does everybody remember Tufty?) we crossed and ran up the hill. Into another small wood we came upon a one legged wooden bear (not alive, just a statue). A group photograph was called for and we all stood and said ‘Cheese’ before chasing off after the flour dots.
The pack scrambled downhill and found another road with a choice of left right or straight on.
Due to the fact that these old hashers are a devious pair they were al wrong and we had to scurry up a roadway before rejoing the straight on path a bit further up.
Time was marching on and we began to realise that we should be heading back for the chariots.
So when an opprotunity led us this wa we all grabbed it and scurried back into the wood we began in. Confused - so were we. A few more huffs and puffs and the bellow of ON IN was heard and we all pretended to feel fit and healthly and bounded back into the car park (just in case any non-hashers were watching).
The Hashit could not be awarded as it had not been brought along after the last hash so it is anybody’s guess who will have to carry it next time???
A quick change act and then the rpack retired to the Swan Public House for apres hash drinks.
A clever and enjoyable hash over a small area, and as Ali G may have said:
Big Respect to da hares.