Ever fearful of the terrible hill climbs on the Selsey run, the pack assembled at the car park on the east beach of Selsey in the usual seaside murk to be welcomed by the JMs and the hares. Newcomers were welcomed both from near (Selsey) and far (Denmark) and then the pack were directed to find the trail.
In a short time the trail was indeed found and the pack headed along the roads leading to the very edge of Selsey. However the first of many bluffs happened and after running us down an unmade road the trail jinked back through houses and on to a newish housing estate. Somehow running though houses is always more difficult than in the woods as there is nothing to gauge direction by. For instance does moss always grow on the north side of a Wimpey home or is it just mildew?
We wandered through the estates and then doubled back on ourselves until we came to the new industrial area and ran along side it until we came to the main road.
There was a hope that we would turn right and head out of Selsey and across the fields but this was not to be. Apparently some of the newcomers were Selsey folk and they get nervous leaving the village. So back we went around the crescent and down to the school where for some pack members decided to deviate through the local ambulance station quarters and into a supermarket car park. Called back we were led illegally across a school playing field and then onto yet another housing estate.
The hares were handing out shortcuts like government ministers hand out promises and there were pack members everywhere but we were pulled together at the High Street and then shunted off towards the East Beach. Although some of the pack tried to u se local knowledge it did not help as the hares kept teasing us with a homeward trail and then sending us in the opposite direction. Do you know where we are? I asked one of the new members from Selsey. "Course I do" he said "My flat’s just there!!!!"
So how do we get back? "No idea" was the response.
So back to basics of following the trail and soon we came out and saw the seaside.
Just one more check and we were on the sea wall but it was just a bluff and most of the back retraced their steps (although there were those who took a SHORTCUT!!!) and found the way in.
As the pack came racing in, a spread was laid out with food and drinks for all.
This was because the pubs in Selsey are very unfriendly to outsiders.
So the pack gathered round to hear the nominations and present Stina with a hash T shirt to take back to Denmark.
There were few nominations but Sarah was awarded the hashit for not wearing a hash T shirt because ‘she had not ironed it!’.
The fact that she was wearing a Liverpool shirt the day after they won the cup was a bit suspect as well so the award was
a righteous one. An enjoyable run and a nice spread. Thanks to the hares.