Run	Date	Hare(s)	Description	MapRef	1:50000	1:25000	1:10000	Aerial
Run 624	6 January 2008	Bambi and Old Faithfull	Chichester Freeman Towers Keepers Wood	SU859073

The first hash of the new year saw the usual suspects meeting at Freeman Towers for the annual Hangover Hash.

The JMs gave their last pre-race lies before handing over to the hares who had now done two in a row.
More falsehoods followed as we were told it would be flat and dry (more of that later) and then we were off down the road to the usual two options.

Two keen hashers galloped down the trails but in the end after a false start it was across the fields and towards the River Lavant.
We all knew what was coming so when the river came into view Hash Flash plunged across without further ado.
Mr. Pastry (John) looked surprised and asked if we were really expected to cross a river??? The pack answered with a Moses like determination and forded the river.
Off across the field and across a small bridge and then the trail led back to the riverbank.

Miss Perfect found a trail and the pack thought they were safe.
But no! The trail ended up actually in the river for a hundred metres or so.
Some sensible hashers (is there such a thing?) declined to swim upstream and ran along the side of the river instead.

A big loop followed and somehow we ended up in Lavant and to our surprise we crossed the river again.
It was here that a valuable lesson was learned.
Crossing a hash master is serious but crossing a lady hash master is dicing with death.

As we approached the river yet again (one of eight crossings) Both JMs assisted by Splasher attacked your humble Scribe and ended up submerging all of us in the cold Lavant.
This was because Godiva said that she had been pushed in A YEAR BEFORE!!!! I did not even know hashers could remember anything that long.

So we sploshed through the river yet again and along the Centurian Way before turning left to come out near the end of The Avenue and back to Freeman Towers.
After disrobing and putting on dry clothes we retired to the drinks and goodies laid out prior to the end of year ceremony.

The JMs gave their last speech and after nominating lots of people (in fact so many it needed a list) they decided not to give it to Hairbrush who changed his walking g clothes into drinking clothes, not to give it to Mussolini who turned up for the food but did not run even though the trail went past his back garden and instead gave it to Mr.
Pastry who asked “How do you get this hashit then?” The the hasher of the year was awarded to The Ref for being a generally all round nice guy.

The Pancsi and Godiva handed the reins of power over to Hash Flash and Old Faithful.
They have had a good reign and have done a fine job.
Finally just before the raffle, Hon Pres.The Doc said some untrue but nice things about your Humble Scribe as I will be leaving these fine shores shortly and more importantly passed over a couple of bottles of wine (which had to be consumed to keep out the chill of the Lavant).

Then on to the most important event of the year, the hash raffle.
So many fine prizes were won that I cannot even begin to mention them but in the end the pack left well fed, well watered and happy.

Congratulations to the hares and from me a big thank you for the pack tolerating my years as Scribe as I now hand over to Bambi.
On On Humble Scribe