Est 1983 - ON PRES: Robin Low
|Run 548||30 January 2005|| Spiderman and Helena - The Slindon Shaker||Slindon Dukes Road ||SU951073|| || || ||
Our much missed Hasher, Mike (Treefeller) Brown’s health is on the mend and we may get to see him soon. We learned that Stephen (Humble Scribe) Hajnal-Smith, had been laid low with gastro enteritis most foul, enough to put him in hospital. Good wishes to them both for a complete recovery.
Robin, Joint Master, welcomed newcomer Jenny to a merry pack of twenty Hashers. With a brief, no nonsense introduction by the Hare, we were given two arms extended in a Westward direction indication as to where we should start looking. Quick as a flash, our Jim (Sinbad) was off like a bullet out of a gun. Off, out of the carpark, on to the road and with 98% of the pack following. Clearly divine guidance was at work here as there was no trail to found. An On-back was called by the Hare within less than a minute of the start. Could this be a record? The real trail, never mind what Jim said, was to be found through a double wire fence leading into a rough, wooded area all twigs and leaves and with hardly a blob of flour in sight.
With several directions checked out, the Pack eventually found the general direction in which they should proceed, with Spiderman muttering something about people short-cutting. On we headed, twisting and turning on a most convoluted route. The Pack, although outwardly nonchalant, was slowly, but professionally, being tied in knots.
Coming out on to the top road, north of the woods, an impromptu regroup was called. Then east, towards the main village but back into the woods to eventually join a path that led to a curved wall with a seat. It was the type of place that just asks for a group photo to be taken. Grouped we were, and with some actually climbing up behind the wall to re-emerged above the heads of the rest. We all said cheese!
Off again and it wasn’t long before we headed into the village and towards the pub. It was here that Dave, ever plumbing the depths of common sense, discounted the possibility of the trail continuing and promptly wheeled about and headed down the hill taking the bulk of the pack with him. It was a false. Ha! Ha! We climbed back, muttering into our beards about how an experienced hasher should know better. Back, down, round to the pond and Jan was thundering along. It was here, by the pond the Hare was overheard giving young Pru and friends special dispensation to short cut. Shocking.
We wound and splashed through mud and endured like no good Hashers should.
However, the no good Hashers pain was not to end and despite being quite close to the chariots were not going to be let off the trail hook that easily. No, no. The Hares offered more convolutions. Just as you thought you would be able to turn for the On-In, you would be teased away for a bit more trail and mud.
Nominations for the Hashit: Jenny, for getting cramp just as it was a lady’s check. Dave, for being complacent about checking the trail and Jan for disturbing a Mole whilst having a pee at the Benges Wood Hash two weeks ago and causing a Mole Tsunami, though not to fatal effect. “I just warmed him up a bit.” Said Jan. The Hashit was awarded to Jan for telling a Joint Master only and not the whole group.
A well-laid trail, all the twists and turns with clever use was being made of a relatively small area..
Derek (standing in loo/lieu of Humble Scribe)