Arriving at the appointed location we noticed that it was COLD! We have all got so used to global warming that we had forgotten that December was meant to be cold. This did not stop a good sized pack gathering. When I say a good size pack I refer to the numbers and not the shape of the hashers, hashers shape never seems to be good, just comfortable. So, the JMs hurriedly passed us on to the hares allowing Sinbad explained that if we ran all of the checks and found a playing card then there would be prizes at the end. This caused great excitement as hashers are nothing if not greedy for freebies!
It was also mentioned that this was UP Marden. Tracy Slade from Chichester Runners was introduced and then we set off through the churchyard and across a wet field searching for flour. We scurried downhill and then up the other side into a wood where we encountered a check. For once there was an indecent haste to check out falsies - all to get a free pressie!
The pack moved on and went deeper into the wood. For once everybody was taking a turn at checking and the pack moved a bit quicker than usual (not difficult). Onward ever onward and the pack was beginning to part until a particularly nasty hill climb section which bunched everybody together.
Sinbad and The Gnu decided to test everybody’s courage by sending the trail down a 1:3 incline that even had Buster scrabbling for a foothold. The Ref stopped halfway pointing out that if it was false at the bottom then it was a hard climb back but before a decision could be made the cry of ‘Check ahead’ was heard. Mr. Bean was bounding ahead but no call was heard. He later claimed that the climb was so steep he was out of breath. Whilst he was checking out the steep climb Pancsi told Francis that it was a ladies check and had her trotting down another steep climb. I tried to push him down with her but firstly he managed to keep his balance and secondly I received a hashit nomination for my act. Justice? The way was of course up and at the top Bambi declared that the chariots were ‘this way’. Fortunately the pack ignored him, went the other way and found the On In. We tumbled back to find Resta the Rasta had laid out a wonderful Xmas spread and the pack duly tucked in. Cards were exchanged for prizes, the Hashit was awarded to Tony for undue diligence in checking out falsies and we gobbled our way through the feast until we noticed that Tracey was lost. Immediate action had to be taken so after another half an hour when the mulled wine as gone Treefeller went and found her and brought her back home clutching her cards. Welcome to hashers and hashing! A good run in a fine location so many thanks to the hares.
On On Humble Scribe
Sweaty Butterfly (JM) mentioned that Roger the younger was always laughing through thick and thin and should be known as Jolly Roger or perhaps even The Pirate. Who can ignore a JM on her penultimate run and after seeking approval from the naming committee the name was awarded. So Roger is now the Pirate.