Est 1983 - ON PRES: Robin Low
|Run 632||27 April 2008||Old Faithful and Bambi||Buriton Queen Elizabeth Country Park ||SU733197|| || || |
A hare's perspective.
7.30am arrive at carpark, Old Faithful already there and he has already
deployed the signage. "I've got a spot of flu" he tells me in a blocked nose
voice, "I'm hoping the run will clear my head" he adds as he unwraps another
7.45am we load up with flour and set off, the day is dry with hazy sunshine,
quite pleasant, I need only a T-shirt but O.F. is wrapped in an anorak,
"I promised Pru that I would wear it " he says, already looking a bit hot.
For the next hour the trail laying proceeds as normal, we know exactly where
we are going because we jogged round the route the week before and decided
the rough position of checks, like an artist might make a first sketch.
This morning we are painting the masterpiece, laying the checks and falsies
to suit the conditions of the day.
At 9.30am we hear the first rumbles of thunder and see dark clouds to the
north, we stop and try and sense which way the storm is traveling. O.F. says
"I think it's just going to miss us" but it doesn't.
At 10.30am, in torrential rain we return to the carpark, drowned frozen rats.
I dive into my chariot, O.F. into his, I wrestle off the wet clobber, open
the flask of hot coffee and the outside world dissapears as the windows mist
up, save for the drumming of the rain on the roof.
At 10.45am the first hashers arrive, no one gets out of their chariot.
At 10.55 am the rain has eased and hashers are gathering. Sinbad and The Gnu
have cycled in through the rain and already look done in.
At 11.00 am we have good sized bunch with a welcome for one newbie "Sue" and
her dog, then O.F and I tell the usual lies and guide the pack to the On-Out,
we are wondering how much flour has survived. Unexpectedly it appears that
the trail is intact, however two shortcomings are soon apparent.
We dont have any shortcuts for the walkers and the previously dry grippy
surface has become lethally slimey. As a direct result both O.F. and I decide
to keep to the rear to try and make sure that everyone gets around.
Strangely all the climbs and descents, of which there many, seem to be
steeper than earlier. Luckily the frontrunners manage to find their way round
and we all have a bit of "fun" helpng each other down the slippy bits,
with the occasional manhandling being necessary.
After 1hr and 20mins of robust hashing we are back at the chariots, with many
muddy backsides in evidence. We have a brief ceremony the highlight of which
is the presentation of the Hash-It to Dr Blood on the near occasion of his
big "Five Oh" birthday. Then it's all down to pub at the bottom of the hill,
except for O.F. who heads home to Pru still wrapped in his anorak.