With the drizzle gently keeping all and sundry cool, we approached the Travellers rest at Southbourne for Caronís first trail. This was not only her first trail but one in which she stepped in to fill the breach after only running a couple (with our pack) herself.
The usual suspects gathered and a fair sized pack greeted newcomer Maureen and then we were told to head off in the direction of the dog pooh bin!!!
So we did as instructed and found the trail which went through a nice orchard. We had been pre-warned not to pick the fruit so that ruined the Hungarians day.
We came to the first check and those keen front runners were zooming ahead lead by Bambi and a certain over keen teenager (donít you just hate youth?). A bit slippy underfoot but the first check came and the eskimo went off looking for the trail up a falsie whilst the rest of the pack took the true through the little alley way.
After the next check I suspected a kind of siterhood collusion as the ladies all had leggings on whilst the guys wore shorts and we came to a little path full of nettles. Who had laid the trail - a woman!! Do you see where I am going with this guys? Who has the best legs men or women? Women and yet who exposes them to get stung? Men. Another example of the fact that its a womens world. Mind you what man would want Manolo Blah Blah shoes?
So onward and through little back alleys where we kept on bumping into the family shortcutting. Rasta was also shortcutting but only to keep newcomer Maureen company and ease her in gently.
We then came back to the A259 and using our Green Cross Code Skills managed to get across without losing any hashers.
Through the byways of the estates with everybody playing their bit and all trying to find new trails through the jungle of small houses.
We finally hit a trail where the choices were a bit varied and a few old hands (well lets faces it, in this hash all of the hands are old) began to scent the A259 and the pace picked up.
There was a point during the run when to a casual observer we may have been mistaken for a running club such was the flow of the run (mind you the observer would have had to have been very casual and slightly dim).
An arrow on the ground and we were in sight of the chariots.
A shortish run but after some long ones lately well received. This gave everybody the chance to get into the pub on time. But not before the hashit.
This was awarded without any hesitation to Spiderman for having the barefaced cheek to turn up on a hash run with NEW SHOES!!!
His being Joint Master did not save him and duly knelt to receive his honour.
As the pub was not open yet we all took the opportunity to move to a nicer location at Emsworth where apres hash drinkies were polished off.
A good first run for Caron, many thanks from the pack.