Est 1983 - ON PRES: Robin Low
|Run 568||23 October 2005||Hornblower and Sweaty Butterfly||Chichester Fishbourne Road East ||SU848047|| || || ||
For some strange reason the hares were waiting at one end of the school grounds and the rest of the pack at the other. As was their right the hares made everybody trek back up to them before hearing words of wisdom from The Can Man (JM) and then the pack was told to find the trail if you can. A couple of simple souls took the wrong trail from the start but the majority headed back to the mini roundabout before turning left and into the wilds of the Parklands estate. A couple of tricky turns and then we were scurrying around peoples back alleys and front drives before coming to a check which gave the option of either going up on to Centurion Way, through the estate or down and across the lane leading into the countryside. The bulk of the pack went on to an enormous falsie across the country trail before finding they had wasted their time.
One of the hares holding back the walkers and shortcutters should have told us but hashers are not very bright (which is why we go hashing).
The true trail led us along Centurion Way. But surely Bambi had checked this?
"I did not check it properly" he exclaimed.
This was surely an open goal for those awarding the hashit????!!!
So across the Way and into the fields. This had the pack spread thinner than a supermodel on cocaine. We were well flummoxed until the trail was found and we regathered to stumble ‘cross hill and dale (well muddy fields).
We seemed to be heading in an anti clockwise direction (not that I was carrying a clock you understand but somebody told me this) and eventually gathered at a regroup near a main road. We looked left, then right and finally decided it was safe to cross.
Across the football field and then right past the pub where apres hash would take place.
It was hard but the pack was dragged past it and then even the dimmest of us now began to realise that we were heading for the seaside.
Down we went with gay abandon (nice chap , abandon) onto the shore where Bambi, ever eager decided that the best way to check out the check after next was to over run the falsie. However the hares had anticipated this and had us all turned around and approach the trial in reverse.
So now we headed back to the chariots and before long the ON INN was spotted.
We sprinted for home (poetic license) and gathered at the chariots.
The Can Man handed over to Mr. Bean for the hashit ceremony and despite Bambi’s shortcomings, BIKA’s wearing a South Coast Run T shirt to show off and various other hash failings, Amanda the Panda was awarded the hashit for keeping too clean amongst the shiggy. To my mind this is like awarding the hashit to a mongrel dog for having a waggy tail. The Panda has the tidy gene inbuilt! Still as she is one of the hares next time she will probably get her own back.