Arriving at the Hooksway pub we were told we had a field all to ourselves - are they trying to tell us something. New hashers from the Lebanon pack Kevin and Jim turned up with Jim having his name written on his shorts to remember who he is - party animal?
JM Sweaty Butterfly handed over quickly to the hare, Cheshire who said that he had laid his first trail all by himself - a sarcastic round of applause followed after which he replied by telling us that the trail was up the hill to the right.
So we set off up... and up... and up. Just before a heart attack took place we had the opportunity to turn right and run along a flat bit for a while.
At the first check we had an impromptu regroup as the hill had nearly wiped out most of the pack but then off we went searching for the trail. The next check was missed and over eager hashers carried on down the trail until they found a falsie at which point they realised that they may have missed the check. This was the fault of Patch (Patrick) who goes so quickly that he over runs the check (at least that is my story ‘cos I was running with him and the scribe can NEVER be blamed).
So the trail started to go up again and then on to the next check where we encountered a flour shortage. The Gnu was in the front swearing that she had never seen any flour whilst Hornblower and I each took a side of the path but to no avail. Bambi cut off to the left after receiving instructions to do so but it was not until the hare cam along and told us to go on further that the check was finally found.
This check was at the bottom of a trail which had big hills all around and so lots of eager hashers, well some, well actually a few, OK so three... went to the top only to find falsies.
The trail went down a steep hill and came out at a natural checkpoint but no check.
Again Bambi was despatched to go seek it out whilst the rest of the pack went on the true trail even further downhill.
By now everybody began to get the scent of chariot and at the next check every hashers took the trail they believed to be heading home.
It did happen to be the true trail and shortly the On In was sighted.
This caused Hornblower to sprint on in for which he did not even receive a nomination for the hashit!!! Could this be because he is married to the JM??? He claimed that he was not sprinting just running a bit faster, for which he should have received another award for showing off. The pack tumbled in and after a short speech from the JM, Bambi was given the hashit for being daft enough to follow orders to check the uncheckable.
As the rain began to come down all of the hashers retired to the pub including Malibog who had turned up a bit late. He then told us that he had sent the family off for a walk and had not seen them since. No problem as he had one of his kids with him so it might not be a total loss. Typical hasher!! A nice run in a good location.