A baker's dozen of hardcore hashers assembled on Can Man's lawn to listen to the usual nonsense from the Hares. There was something said about being careful crossing any dual carriageways but no one was taken in. The Ref was all togged up to run but decided not to, presumably because he thought that the flat terrain would be too boring, so he handed his little black book to Old Faithful (but not the red and yellow cards). The first part of the route was West, towards Church Farm and then North across Nyton Road. It must be said that even at this early stage it was evident that the heat and high humidity was going to suppress the usual eagerness of the pack to check out all the falsies. Torchy was an early casualty, he must have dozed off in the heat and dreamed that he was diving into a swimming pool of cool blue water. Unfortunately even the golden waves of straw stubble could not break his fall. Then, heading South through Norton we were caught by late arrivals Malibog and Bugs Bunnie (Stockholm HHH). As usual, Hash miss-management had sent them the wrong way to catch us up. From Norton we headed for the church of the Virgin Mary in Aldingbourne where there was the small miracle of turning, for the first time, towards home. However, Lucifer and his henchmen the Hares had other ideas as they lead us a merry dance around the Manor House and out on the road to Woodgate. In the end a poorly disguised back check saw us safely to the Recreation Ground and the On In.
Old Faithful pulled out the little black book in which he had been scribbling for the whole run, I think it was actually one of those Sod You thingies that he just couldn't finish, and started the nominations. Sarah was mentioned, for thinking that she needed an excuse to have a cool beer, Bambi was mentioned purely because he had the good fortune to correctly guess the first four Checks. Mr Bean accepted the Hash It (even though he was a Hare) because he had breached Health and Safety guidelines by misdirecting the pack about a Dual Carriageway, thereby diminishing the regard of the Pack for such hazards on future hashes. Everyone agreed that it had been a great Hash over some virgin territory and there was a thunderous round of applause.
We then adjourned to the shade of the trees to consume refreshments that Can Man had kindly provided while he went off to box up a Grey Squirrel that he had trapped, but that's another story.