Run	Date	Hare(s)	Description	MapRef	1:50000	1:25000	1:10000
Run 571	4 December 2005	Pancsi and Hairbrush - The Mikulás Run	Eartham Woods	SU938106

The weather had been kind to us and rain held off which may account for the large pack assembled at Eartham Wood. We were joined by Swollen Colon and Little Mouse from the Phuket Hash, Eva from the Czech Republic reappeared after her stint in London and Pancsi had brought along small daughter who is no longer small but all grown up and now silly enough to run the hash again!!!

Brief lectures from hares and JMs and we were off being directed to the first hash by the hares. The pack were in racing form. This was due to the fact that this was the closest Sunday to Mikalas (where Santa brings chocolate in Central Europe) and we had been promised sweeties at the checks. The first check fooled nobody and the second only a few but then it got serious as we were told that from the third check the sweets would appear. This caused an ungentlemanly rush for the front with Patch rushing through the undergrowth in search of chocolate.

The pack moved quickly on and the checks were lengthy and traditional i.e here are 4 choices, go for it ‘cos three of you are gonner be wrong! Swollen Colon was trashing his way to the front but time and time again Patch was at the front searching out that choccie.

At one point when your humble scribe arrived at the check first (but could not find any choc due to the fact that my glasses were in the car), Patch bounded off down the true trail rushing past to get to the next choc station before me. As I mentioned to the JM ‘Never has my flabber been so gasted’. So we seemed to be going in a large anti clockwise circle with a regroup at the finger posts in the middle of Eartham Wood.

Well I say finger posts but some charming chavs had got there first and broken them all off leaving us to resort to experience and hope in finding our way.

Still not daunted we jogged on heading ever closer to the end of the circle and thence on to the chariots. We came over the brow of a hill and then down to the next check where the trail ended in a falsie. However Bambi over ran it with the a dismissive "Oh, I know it will be this way". I was shocked, stunned and amazed at such a cavalier breach of hash etiquette (and there was you thinking we had no etiquette).

Surely this would clinch the hashit? The trail played it’s own trick though and turned us back and it was another 10 minutes before On In was heard.

We tumbled back into the car park where deliberations as to who should get the hashit were mulled over - Patch, Bambi? No it was Hash Flash for handling over the hashit to an unsuspecting soul. This gave us all time to wish a fond farewell to Self Raising Karen who is emigrating to New Zealand - was it something we said?

We wish her well - what is the Maori for On On?

Humble Scribe