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Est 1983 - ON PRES: Robin Low

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Run 55227 March 2005Mr BeanBurpham 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 start.
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, 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.

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