Well it seems that the only way to get a good write up is to do it yourself so I would like to say that it was a brilliant run, well laid and over good countryside (although to resurrect the saying of certain young lady "He would say that wouldn’t he?").
The pack turned up and we had newcomers from Australia to help things along.
The JM’s gave their preamble and then I gave a few of the usual lies but did mention that in England cars drive on the left and you run on the right.
Enough said and off we went. The pack zoomed off to the first check and began to spread out looking for clues. The trio of Polish girls then had the audacity to ask the way!!! On the first check!!! Advice was not needed though as On, On was heard from those hashers running up the hill. A check where most of the pack went wrong but a couple of crafty hashers, Hash Flash and Old Faithful found the true and led into the long grass. At the next check it did not take long to find the true and as it was downhill it was greeted with enthusiasm. When we reached the bottom of the hill many of the pack bounded into the shoulder high sweet corn looking for a trail. As I had not laid one they did not find it and the pack scurried off down the road with the Polish girls running on the wrong side even though they had been warned at the beginning to run on the right.
Any Americans wishing to make Polish jokes are now allowed to do so.
WE realised after a time that Derek (Mr. Bean) and Yegane has got lost in the sweet corn. Whilst admiring Derek’s taste we must warn him that Yegane is a LAWYER! Beware!.
So down the road and then up a small hill. Well actually a massive big hill with Tigger, Rasta and an injured Spiderman marking the first regroup. A couple of brave souls ran the entire hill but not many. So onward again and down across the fields until eventually a ladies check. At this point if you ran to the top of the hill you could see a crop circle. There were some cynical people who refused to believe Bambi’s assertion that it was made by aliens. No faith any more that is the problem. So a few photos and then on and up to the next regroup. Again certain people walking the hill not running it. Another regroup where we gathered lost souls and then into the woods again. By now the pack kept looking at watches and when two checks later the chariots were seen in on the far horizon there was no holding them.
Through a couple more checks which fooled nobody and the cry of On In was heard.
So down the hill and back to the chariots where nominations were made.
The Panda had run the entire way dressed all in white to show off her tan from the recent honeymoon (and also to show that the entire time had not been spent in the bridal suite) but this did not earn her the hashit as it went to Jairo for running in long pants in 30 degree heat because he ‘did not want to hurt his legs with the nettles’. Enough said. So a hot and dehydrated pack retired to the Barley Mow for apres hash refreshment.
A nice day due more to the excellent weather than anything else but I’m still taking credit for it!