A steady drizzle and an overcast sky led us all to believe that the course would be wet and muddy. Imagine our surprise then to hear Bambi warn us not to run too close to the man in front in case the dust got into our eyes, such was the dryness of the course.
To our astonishment it turned out that he was lying. So after welcomes to newcomers and visitors we were sent off toward our first falsie. A sneaky little trail that turned the pack around from the start. We soon found the true trail and came to a check with a host of options but the pack was not to be tricked and the trail led across the seapaths to the boatyard where we thought that we had found a falsie but it needed the hare to point us in the right direction.
We were however stopped in our tracks by Hash Flash showing an excess of generosity byoffering our services to a stranded boat owner who was trying to load his ocean liner on to a trailer. After a lot of grunting, pushing and heaving (and that was just from the ladies) it was clear that a bunch of softie hashers were not going to be of much help so we smiled sweetly and left him to it. (They are probably both still there).
So the pack found it’s way through the boatyard and across the field until we came to a trail which had been kicked out. As if that would stop a hasher! Most of the time we just wander around aimlessly anyhow so removing the trail does not change things much.
We found a path and came back to the A259 where Bambi had to go back as we had lost Panci.
Although most of us found this to be a wonderful opportunity to be rid of him once and for all, The hare insited on bringing all those who started the run back home (we’ve not lost one yet boys and we’re not going to do it on my watch!). After we got him back it was down a road and back into the muddy fields. The trail led us the to motorway and at one point we thoght we would be required to run along it but in the end it was up and over (does anybody remember Eddie Waring?) and into more mud. The packbegan to be strung out but managed to keep together through Westbourne and headed across a really muddy field only to get lost at the next check.
However by this time the smell of chariots was in the air and crossing a small stream brought us almost home." I think that it is this way and around to the right" said Robert. It was pointed out to him that if he turned around we could see the chariots in the other direction. A chip of the old block? So the pack struggled in after a fine hash especially as it had been laid by only one hare.
We gathered around and the hashit was awarded to your humble scribe for splashing The Panda whilst going past a puddle. Well Splasher had missed the opportunity and I felt it was the decent thing to do. That done it was off to the Sussex Brewery for the second time in 2 weeks for Apres Hash. A nice wet autumn hash, well done that hare.
On On Humble Scribe.