A reasonable amount of hashers turned up to Lavington Common on Remembrance Sunday to be greeted by the hares who were also the JM’s. After letting the entire pack know that she had laid two trails on the trot (must be the curry) Godiva welcomed newcomer John (Janos) aka Mr. Pastry from Hungary before the pack took two minutes silence.
The hares then told us to go and find the trail and the pack went in all directions. Quite a few crossed the road and others headed for the common with yet more seeking the On Inn trail. However after a lot of milling about it was Hash Flash who found the trail and off we went. As we found the trail the heavens decided to open and for a while we thought that it was to be a repeat of the last run but it was only a heavy shower ( I speak here of the rain as the pack would have been known by The Colonel as an ‘orrible shower!). After slogging through the woods the pack came to a road and again went in every direction except the correct one. Some of the pack headed for the usual trail down the hill but the hares were too crafty for that, instead leading us up the road to the next check. It was noticed here that Emily was (a) carrying the hashit over the arm in a handbag-like fashion and (b) getting other members of family and friends to help her carry it!! Hashitable?
However at this moment Mussolini chose to turn up, late as usual so her nomination looked safe. At the next check Frances decided to lead a few brave souls over a check and down the road on a quest of her own. They were called back and off into the woods we went.
The trail went along the woods and down a hill and your Humble Scribe feared that the hares would be leading the pack through the river. However we went tantalisingly close but then just a normal check and again back into the woods through the rhodoooden, rhoderden, rowder..., through the trees and to another check where the pack were unable to understand that a back check meant it was BACK. The clue is in the name folks. Also The Panda made it clear that when she says she has checked it out and it is a falsie then that means IT IS FALSE!
So with Old Faithful doing more than his fair share of checking (fool) the pack began to come back to the open heath. A check on the edge of the heath had a few of the pack looking but it was Dr. Blood with his gadget in hand (no we are not doing that joke) who found the true trail and led us down almost to the road.
One more check through the bushes and over a bridge and On Inn was heard from the front runners. The pack put on a sprint (well broke out into a trot, which for this pack is the same thing) and eventually dripped back into car park and to warm chariots. After changing the hares thanked themselves for a great run and then awarded the hashit. However as we needed a trail layer for the 9th of December it was put to the pack that this would be considered when awarding the hashit. Mussolini took fright and volunteered and so the hashit went to Frances for leading innocent hashers down the path and over running falsies. A good day had by one and all. The Can Man even found a dead squirrel to take home (don’t ask).