Est 1983 - ON PRES: Robin Low
|Run 551||13 March 2005|| Humble Scribe and The Eskimo - Hungarian National Day Run||Stoughton Forest ||SU815125|| || || ||
It was nice to see the car park open again. Just to make everybody feel at home they had enough staffed it with three vans of live in squatters. How thoughtful.
The pack began to gather and when there were enough bodies the JM’s called everybody around and gave them a brief lecture and then handed over to the hares (your Humble Scribe and the Eskimo). We were kind enough to offer the pack a free check and set them off up the hill into the woods.
The pack attacked the hill with enthusiasm and in a flash were at the first check.
Bambi declared that the last time we were here the trail went left and so this time it must be straight on. Others darted off to the right but as expected the trail was to the left. A short run and a check and then on into the wilds of the woods to the next check.
Old Faithful and his son Robert thought they knew where they were going and went onto the longest check we laid and in fact we forgot all about them.
The remainder of the pack went on up the hill and Hash Flash found the true trail shortly but the pack ignored him, preferring to go off on their own wild goose chase.
They learnt the error of their ways and caught him up at the next check where he waited like a gentleman. (Please note that I said ‘like a gentleman’).
After the pack caught him up we went up, ever up until the cross roads and yet again Old Faithful went on the falsie from hell whilst the rest of the pack ran down to the next check. Not to be outdone Robert then ran nearly into the next county and Bambi also decided to follow a non existent falsie. The pack then arrived at the next check where The Panda stood quietly at the check whilst Mr Bean ran pointlessly down to the bottom of the hill and Hash Flash followed a nice little falsie.
However Sinbad found the true and was off down the big hill but got so far ahead that the pack lost him and had to recheck the next check!
They caught him a the bottom of the hill and crossed the road into the woods where everybody went wrong again before finding the true leading away from the chariots.
The trail then led in a big loop until arriving back to almost the same spot and then another scurrying around with The Chamois plaintively looking for home.
Another big loop and the pack could smell chariot fumes and they began to tumble into the car park to meet Mussolini on his mountain bike (lazy toad!)
As it was nearly Hungarian national day we were able to offer some Palinka (a Hungarian spirit) to the pack to keep out the cold. Some people were obliviously very cold as they had more than one but The Chamois said she had given up booze for Lent (goody two shoes...)
So the pack downed their drinks and then drove off illegally to the pub for apres hash refreshments.
Next run has been changed with Mr Bean standing in at Burpham.