Probably the hottest day of the hashing year saw a cheerful pack meet at The White Horse to explore what we hoped would be virgin hashing territory (almost).
The Can Man had supplemented the pack with some young ladies from Poland (and yes as they were new to hashing we can say young ladies and not hash trash!).
We were also introduced to the Bryne family from South Africa keeping a nice international flavour to the hash. Old faithful insisted that instead of trying to look cool in shades, he had recently had a small op so needed them for protection to his tender eyes.
Sunglasses or blinkers it all seems the same with this pack.
Finally we were introduced to Mr. Bean’s idea of a fashionable hat a la French Foreign Legion. So with a quick preamble and Willie making sure that Tigger got all of the blame for anything that went wrong (I only helped guv honest) the pack were off.
It wasn’t the fastest start to a trail we have ever had but then it was very hot.
The to add to the problem we began to run UP.... Need I say more? We are not very keen on UP in Chichester Hash. However the checks seemed almost visible and it hadn’t rained so they were still there.
We had a few points of interest throughout the run. Proving that all hashers are sadists, Tigger had thoughtfully run the trail through a field marked ‘Beware of the Bull’. This did cause a few hashers to pause for thought (or what passes for thought in the minds of hashers) but fortunately we had a young lad with us (Jason Bryne) and on the principal that there are too many kids in the world anyway, we sent him in first and as he came out unscathed the pack then followed.
After milling around for some considerable time and with the sun reaching it’s highest point, the hare asked if anybody wanted a short cut..... Silly question. The short cut was given which resulted in the pack getting lost.
Still, it did mean we met some of the Brighton Hash out for a run (is that allowed under hash law?). The course did seem to go in a vaguely circular shape passing by the West Chiltington Golf course and some very quaint little cottages (that none of us could afford). Although running us through a gauntlet of nettles was a bit much.
However we trudged on ever hopeful of the On In and finally it was seen but towards Chez Shackleton. So the pack ended up not at the chariots but at the Shackletons where beer, crisps, juices and a cool swimming pool were offered for our rest and recreation. Two hashers out for a Sunday stroll before heading up to London for hash there were found and brought back to the fold - Testiculator and Jilted Juggs showing the friendly family feel that is hashing!! So a wonderful day all around and thanks to the hares for arranging such beautiful weather.