It was hard to believe but it had come around again - the Midsummer Hash. The pack parked at the East Dean Village hall and deposited the food and goodies before listening to the JMs greet newcomers and then just telling us to check it out.
Hash Flash was soon on the case leading us through the village and off to what we believed was the hill to the woods. However as to be expected it was wrong and the pack scurried down the lane and then across the field towards the entrance to Charlton Forest. A couple of checks and then onward up the path.
The hares had been crafty as check after check did not leave the path and then when it finally did it was only to turn us back on to the main drag to cover even more distance.
Deep into the forest we came upon a swarm of horse flies on their midsummer outing - they had been promised fresh hashers and they were not to be disappointed.
The pack tumbled on at every turn telling each other - we know where we are, the trail must go that way - but being fooled as it went another.
The Ref was beginning to get frustrated as he had his little book with him but every hasher was abiding by the rules, although Bambi was seen to take a shortcut from path to path. It became apparent that the trail was going in a large clockwise circle but even then exactly which trail to take was a problem. Bika was somewhat hampered by carrying small offspring but with the help of some keen shortcuts kept up with the pack.
Finally a cross road came upon us and it had to be one of two trails and the pack split almost 50 - 50 but Hornblower was away into the distance and onto the next check which was at the top of a large hill. Hashers need no encouragement to run downhill, it is only the ups that cause a problem and so lots of hashers tumbled into East Dean Village to have just one more sting in the tail as the pack was sent around the fields before spotting the On Inn and then back to the village hall.
Most of the pack changed and then attacked the barbecue which Tigger and Resta the Rasta had prepared and tried to do some small damage to the drinks table before gathering for the main event - the midsummer raffle.
Numbers were called and it had to be explained to Sywia, a polish newcomer that you HAD to take a prize. This confused her until she saw the quality of the prizes on offer and cleverly went for the wine when she won.
Small Christina had her eye on a teddy bear that was kindly donated by Hornblower which made her day. Although it did cost her a kiss but she probably felt it was worth it. Yours truly managed to go around the pack and get the runs sorted out until the Hangover hash and so life can continue for yet another year.
Although the sun never really managed to make an appearance a good time was had by one and all. Have I really been to 20 Midsummer barbecues? Get a Life!