Est 1983 - ON PRES: Robin Low
|Run 552||27 March 2005||Mr Bean||Burpham Car Park - George and Dragon ||TQ039089|| || || ||
Boiiing! So tolled the bell of St Maryís church at eleven oíclock close by
Burpham car park, fast by the river Arun and within sight, just, of Arundle
castle. We arrived to find the car park packed with day trippers. We
gathered...not the six hundred, but it seemed like it, a goodly number of
Hashers, twenty plus or so, which insured that the Hash got off to a lively
Anyway, rather than offend the sleepy village with raucous calls of on on
and the like, I asked the hounds to change their calls to sign language as
and when they came near to any houses, which worked fine.
The off was given and away went Jim (Sinbad) and both Jans, followed closely
by a well grouped pack. First the playing field was checked - nothing there
save falsies. Back now, past the George and Dragon and soon the real trail
was found, falsie dismissed and the bulk of the pack was by the river in
minutes. Amazingly speedy these hashers! Slowed briefly by a check, but
then on south, by the river to another check and a falsie on the main path
that Karen promptly overran! Tsk, tsk. Such innocence. A long falsie
delayed some, but this was corrected by short cutting with Graham being one
of the culprits caught red handed. ĎAh, but I didnít actually go right up
to the falsieí. He said, putting on a most plaintive voice. ĎI heard
someone ahead shout falsie so I cut across to join the main path.í Excuses,
There was no holding our Jan as she sped on, up and around to the next check
with such speed that she spent some considerable time sitting, waiting and
admiring the view. Boy, that girl is fit! This next check had the pack in
full view of the chariots. Not two to three hundred metres separated the
pack from home. Nevertheless, the route turned right and dropped the group
down into a valley. We came across bunch of very agitated farm dogs, who
barked loud enough to waken the dead. So much for our cautious approach of
not disturbing the village.
Eventually, the pack navigated, quite well actually, across a field and into
a small wood. Here a regroup was called. Now, on the check-it-out signal,
Jim, Jan and Graham like well trained pheasant shoot beaters, in line,
started working their way up the steep bank within the wood. The trail was
clearly marked on the footpath lads! An On Back was called and the pack
settled to climb up, around, on an upper path to a style at the higher end
of the wood. A figure of eight trail had been laid and...amazingly, those
that climbed, found it! Well done all.
The pace never slackened for a moment, this was a runnersí Hash. Out, on to
the road and on, ever on, to the next check where Jan (Bambi) bounded off up
a track at great speed. No trail had been laid on that track so, what he
was up to was anybodyís guess, but he went anyway, much to the amusement of
all. Someone said, he had even missed the check that stared steadfastly
out from the bank. Raw energy to spare that boy, raw energy to spare.
Should have gone to SpeckSavers though, bless him.
A short lane down the side of some rather posh houses lead us out into the
open fields again, down a long set of steps and into the village proper.
Again, the trail came close to the Chariots - Ssh! The pub was a hairís
breadth away! Not-one-hasher-broke-ranks. Dedication to the trail and
completion there of was the order of the day. Even Dave, ever plumbing the
depths, kept going, but did try and wheedle a promise of a pint out of me
and complained bitterly about there not being Easter eggs available.
Clearly his mind (can we call it that?), was not completely on the job in
hand as it should have been. Around and out to the eastern edge of the
village, back then across fields and into the church yard and the road
beyond, here the On In was marked. Some missed the On In - but thatís
hashers. Flashing 6 foot by four neon sign next time.
Hashit nominations: several names were mentioned - oh you know, the usual
rabble, but it went to
Fair Clair...just for being there. We retired to the George and Dragon,
slaked our thirsts, talked of Ebay, emails and everything and...canít
remember anything else, itís all a blur...hee!
Derekin lieu of Humble Scribe who is in Hungary.