|Run 560||3 July 2005||Mussoliniís Maginificent Run||Ambersham Common X Roads ||SU910190|| || || ||
If you ran with Chi Hash on no 560 last Sunday I bet that you cant remember what happend on the same day in history.
It seems that we get an announcement before each hash,like, "on this day in nineteen hundred and freezing to death Sir Edmund Hilary reached the summit of his career".
I wonder if anyone is listening ?.
In any event it was with just such an announcement that our Caledonian Joint Master called a decent sized pack together on an overcast and mildly humid early July morning.
Virgin Jo (Rice?) was welcomed then we were addressed by the hares, Musolini and Pancsi, who quickly dispenced the usual lies.
Then we were off.
I think that Heyshot common is fairly well trodden teritory for many of the pack, and realising this, the hares had resorted to several tactics aimed at making the pack work hard rather than being purely disorientating.
First of all the falsies were very long and there were a lot of them, right from the off, also there was much use of the "late split" technique and the odd "off piste" thrown in for good measure together with a sprinkling of "double blob puzzlers", although not one single use of a "dead eyed Jack" showed that they had exercised some restraint at least.
If you dont understand what these terms mean then sadly you havent done enough hashing to be sad enough to know what they mean.
Broadly speaking we followed an anticlockwise route north of Upper Polecats, taking in the lookout tower, grazing the old railway and returning parallel to and on the east side of New Road.
Along the way we had several demonstrations of country persuits, such as our resident hornithologist Claire pointing out a rare Yellowhammer and two goes at the ever popular game "lets spook those horses".
On hearing of these later, Musolini was rather down in the mouth, because he had missed them and would have liked to have participated, just as he had last year.
Eventualy the on-in was discovered hidden in dense undergrowth, bringing our rural idyl to a timely end in just over the hour.
There were some nominations for the Hash it including the scribe apparently for "singing in tune", but it was awarded to Heather for her moaning about something or other.
We then retired to The Partridge in Singleton for a light liquid lunch and a slap on the back for the Hares.
By the way, on the same day three months before The Fox had become The Partridge.
Bambi standing in for Humble Scribe.