Est 1983 - ON PRES: Robin Low
|Run 602||4 March 2007||Pancsi and Godiva - signposted from ||Milland ||SU837269|| || || ||
You look out of the window, it's raining, no! its pelting down, Milland is miles away, your warm, your dry, so why go all that way to get drenched ?.
Could it be that you are mad ?, perahps you are a hash addict ?, or is it that you have an urge to be on camera ?, you public awaits you !.
Whatever your reason, you came to the crossroads and you sat in your chariot keeping your nose dry until the last moment.
Then out, into it, to find that a surprising number of other insane people were there, including the hares Sarah & Dave Enticott ably assisted by a guest appearance from Dave Barkley.
Even the Spielbergs made it ! and on time!, and were desperately trying to keep their equipment dry, like the rest of us.
Pre-Hash mashinations were swift, Treefeller offered ten pounds for a charity of choice for anyone willing to carry the Hashit for him and Bika volunteered.
The hares, who must have been on their second change of clothes, doubted that there would be any trail left, they mumbled something about it being wet and slippery and then pointed us to the north.
With the rain at our backs we found the dough and after an initial confusion that caused the FRBs to be called back even though they were on trail, we headed east, with the rain in our right ears, to Wardley Farm.
Then up the lane, with the rain our backs again.
The flour/dough seemed to be surviving well and the checks were well laid, nothing fancy, no tricks, just good honest trail laid by veterans, or was that "wetter uns".
West into the woods, and with the rain in our left ears, we skirted the foothills below Hatch Hanger and then made the climb up to Milland House and our rendezvous with the Spielbergs who were roaming in Treefeller's newly aquired MPV.
Re-grouped, and with the rain still in our left ears we headed on into Great Hanger and then south with the rain in both ears and up our noses.
We skirted the edge of the descent where a couple of checks played on our natural reluctance to check out any trail that takes a plunge, lest it turns out to be false.
Finally of course we did take the plunge, and what a plunge, first the slippery stairway to hell, followed by the mud slide, where Louise decided to engage in some bottom reduction therapy by using it to retard her downward progress.
One more check and a charge down a footpath that had become a stream and we found the On-In and long way back to the chariots under the watchful eyes of the Spielbergs.
After a short spell in a decompression chamber to avoid The Bends we retired to the pub at the crossroads.
There were a few nominations:- Yours truly and The Ref for causing Pancsi to wait "for hours" after we overran a falsie, Bika for a false On-Back call and volunteering to carry the Hashit, Louise for "contributing to the flood".
In the end it was Louise's great slide that won her the honours.
After thanking the hares we settled in to re-hydration although I doubt that it was necessary!.
P.S. Bika writes -Treefellers £10 bribe went to the Rocky Scanner Appeal (Cancer apparatus - Portsmouth Hospital trust).