Est 1983 - ON PRES: Robin Low
|Run 536||15th August 2004||Treefeller + Can Man + Jairo||Graffham - White Horse ||SU925176|| || || ||
As it was mid-summer the weather was hot but threatening rain. With only 10 minutes to go the pack looked thin on the ground (the only time any of our pack look thin) but a sudden flurry of activity brought the numbers up to a respectable level. Frig It (frigate) had brought niece Carly and small canine minder along but otherwise the usual suspects were in attendance.
Mussolini turned up with 1 minute to go claiming he had a punture! Do we believe him?
So the JMs called the pack to order and handed over to the hares who laid blame on any long falsies on Jairo who laid it with them but was not there.
We were warned of hills - in this area? Surely not? So we were pointed in the right direction (is there such a thing in hashing?) and off we went. After a few checks it was apparent we were running in circles and at one point a bemused family asked what we were doing. A quick recruiting chat later and we were off.
As yet only one bob of flour had been sighted but the Can man claimed that this was because a couple he met had a dog who ate it!! Have you ever heard such a poor excuse?
So fairly shortly we began to head for ‘them there hills’ and ever upward. On an up, up and on climbing ever climbing. I remember at school that ‘brave Cortez stood on a peak in Darien’ but I stood on a peak on the hash and all I could see was a long line of puffing hashers spread out into the distance.
As I was with Bambi he exercised his authority and called an impromptu regroup.
No sooner had the last of the pack caught up and we were off and UP! Another couple of checks which were extremely long and did not have an ending due to the previously mentioned dog and then the pack began to string out and another regroup was called.
We then began to get suspicious as the trail appeared to go downward. This worried many hashers for whom this was a new experience. Undaunted they scurried downwards to meet up with the shortcutting walkers who stood beaming at us as the pack reappeared.
Mussolini, Sinbad and The Gnu felt that they knew where they were going due to Roger runs and headed behind the sports pavilion. Well I suppose that is why they went behind the pavilion.
However Sinbad was correct and the trail was found and we had the pleasure of running past some nice looking horses who looked in fine condition (unlike the pack) and some very pleasant scenery. By now some of the more wily members of the pack had began to smell chariots and ale and the cry of On In was soon heard.
The pack came along in dribs and drabs to change in the car park and them out into the garden and a fine drizzle to sit supping their drinks.
This was a fine run in wonderful scenery with the bonus of the occasional blob of flour thrown in. Can it get much better?
A typical hash Sunday.