On the hottest day of the year a select few assembled on the green opposite the Thatched Tavern Pub. We waited 15 minutes for those who may have stuck in traffic jams around the Chichester bypass or in the 5 mile queue of cars trying to get into the West Wittering beach car park. What would happen at 6 PM?
Spiderman explained the rules of the day plus the possibilities of prizes for visiting the more unlikely falsies.
The Wee Ginge stayed behind in case anyone else came along while the rest set off through the Piggery Lane estate and right away the pack had to be helped to begin the run proper on the other side of the lane.
The pack stuttered after crossing a nice field and diving through a hole in the camp site hedge.
The latecomers caught up with the pack at Cakeham Road
From here to the beach the trail was removed in places but Spiderman knew the way. The pack were treated to the grand sight of a blue English Channel with an increasingly packed beach as the route took us toward the West Wittering car park. With half the cars still waiting to arrive, and a high tide approaching, space on the beach was fast running out.
West Strand and Berrybarn Lane bought us to a Ladies check where Sarah led the pack and Helena found the falsie (and overran it).
We then found ourselves in a newly mown field with horses but little flour. We asked them if they had eaten the flour, they replied 'Nay'. Bambi did a lap of the field for fun showing his equine cousins how to do it.
Next, Dr Blood et aliae appeared, doing the course in reverse; never to seen again.
With the day getting hotter, the bodies more tired, the sweat streaming from the men, the OnInn was at last found on the outward path and we were back in 90 minutes.
Spot prizes were distributed and the JM then awarded the hashit to yours truly for lack of flour and using a bike. He then made me write these notes.
We finally slaked our considerable thirst outside the pub and had a jolly time.