The day started well. Nice bright sunshine, a quiet location and most important - no rain!
As it was 11 a.m and broad daylight with clear visability, Derek decided to wear a reflective band in order to be seen. Some may think this over cautious but here is a man who ticks every candidate on an election form just in case he misses the best man (or woman).
The JMs gave their usual epistle and mentioned the midsummer hash and then the hares told us it was long, wet, hilly etc. They thought that by telling us the truth we would be hashers and naturally perverse, not believe a word of it and cheer up looking forward to a short dry run.
So we set off in the wrong direction only find a falsie and then had to double back on ourselves to find the correct trail.
We had anticipated that these two wily old hashers would be a tricky pair and they did not disappoint. When I say ‘old’ hashers I refer only to The Doc of course as ladies do not get old they just get more refined.
The trail led us through beautiful virgin areas that seemed untrod by hashers toes with soft sand underfoot and pleasant shade to run in. These devious hashers turned the pack around time and time again keeping us all together.
So the trail wore on and the time passed gently by with happy hashers enjoying the day.
The next part has been deliberately left blank for you to paint a typical rural scene.
So the pack got back to the chariots and awarded the hashit to Paul for asking the silly question "Can you get the hashit for taking a long cut?" You can get the hashit for anything. As captain Mainwaring would say "Stupid Boy". On On