We came into Droke car park to see the new addition - a barrier designed to stop anything higher than 8 feet tall. This only shows how stupid West Sussex County Council are as there has never even been a sighting of a giraffe in Sussex!
The JMs assembled the pack (of over 30) and introduced newcomer Lyn and then we listened to the lies from Bambi whilst looking at his gashed and torn legs promising delights to come (the delights of the run you understand not of tumbling around with Bambi, heaven forbid!).
So the pack set off at a keen pace (known to the general public as an amble) and the first check was soon found. Immediately we were turned around and the back check led us - guess where? - UP of course. We meandered up the hill with all of us trying to second guess the hares as to which way they had gone. This is a rather pointless exercise as we were trying to work out their plan when most hashers just wander around aimlessly until the flour runs out and then try to head home.
With so many keen hashers the trails were discovered and checked in double quick time and the pace moved us all on swiftly. Well to be honest it moved us on but as we were running up hills it mostly became an accelerated walk which was noted by our JM - The Can Man, in his summing up. The hares had been crafty though as we seemed to come upon the same check on more than one occasion and from more than one direction.
As usual Sinbad was at the front checking our with alacrity (we’re not doing that joke this week) and although thee trails were not hard to find they began to twist and turn the pack from front to back. We had been promised a refreshment stop at some point to be marked by the sign BN (Beer Now). I thought this a bit odd as Beer in 50 yards I could understand but surely when you see Beer Now you are already there and would have noticed any beer in the immediate vicinity?
However we did notice Dogwhistle quicken her pace and sure enough we found the refreshment stop. Bika’s small offspring was seen making a variety of strange looking mixtures whilst the rest of the pack settled for beer or lemonade (and for those reading on the world wide web, Chichester pack does have a fair share of teetotallers as we are a most civilised gathering). However after drinking all that was on offer the pack headed on downhill, our favourite direction and it did not take too many checks before the chariots were sighted. So we all seemed to get back in about and hour and twenty which was not unreasonable and then had to gathered to hear lots of nominations for the hashit, in fact so many that I forgot who got what and why and frankly I began to lose the will to live. The only thing that makes it bearable is that we all enjoy it!
So in short a perfect day for a Sunday morning hash and a well laid trail by two experienced hares. Well done those men!