A bright sunny morning and we were awash with newcomers!
Being Remembrance Sunday a minutes silence was observed at the start. I had a thought whilst the silence was being observed that it is not just for the soldiers nowadays. I had a friend whose brother was on the tube that was blown up and was killed. It brings it home to you when it happens that close
So it continues to have meaning. However life goes on and the pack finished the silence and then listened to the hares describe the course. Hash Flash said that they had used 7 bags of flour and he had to use this many otherwise The Panda was going to make a cake with the remainder. (He received a nomination for that ungentlemanly remark).
So the pack set off with enthusiasm (well, they set off, what more do you want?)
Off down the road and through a housing estate. Many off the hashers were attempting to explain the rules to the newcomers. ‘How do you know if you are on the right trail?’ remarked Francine. As a hasher never seems to know what day it is never mind what trail he or she is on this seemed a waste of breath asking this question.
So the pack wove its way through back alleys and people’s gardens to come to a large open field. One of the newcomers in particular was bounding ahead giving the impression of a finely honed athlete (we don’t do finely honed athlete in this pack) racing down the hill until we came to a big main road where Hash Flash suddenly turned all PC and started giving us lessons on the green cross code. I suppose the Green Cross Code dates me as nowadays kids have a slightly different way of dealing with traffic - they just stare at it and shout "I dare you, go on hit me, I know where you live!!’ This seems to work as well as any previous government initiative.
So after the pack caught up The Gnu pointed out that it could go left into the Forest or up the hill to the left. Hashers graciously let her and Sinbad check up the hill to the left and then all went on the true trail to the right!!
The into Stanstead Forest where Splasher had trouble controlling his neighbour’s dog and flour became a sorely missed item.
Old Faithful got onto the correct trail and went so far ahead that the back markers even had to break into a brisk walk to catch him such was the distance involved.
So around the Forest and then to an open glade which seemed bereft of flour until the shout ‘On In’ was heard and the newcomers made a mad dash for home (we really must tell them about that). The pack got back to The Chariots to find a dejected JM (The Ref) al alone complaining that he had got lost!!!
The JMs called the pack to order and made nominations but it seemed that getting lost was a serious crime, so the hashit went to The Panda who was meant to be checking for back markers. Justice? No - hashing. An excellent run on a sunny day. On On