So, back to the island for the second time this year, and Mr Pastry had figured out a trail in a new area here. Laying the trail at the crack of dawn we were not optimistic that it would not get washed out, a with threatening grey sky and spotting rain. But what can you do ?, just lay it and hope for the best.
By 11 am the little car park was full of chariots and the weather was brighter, and a throng of eager hashers were listening to our warnings about the steep hills and rough terrain and strangely not believing a thing. And so we were off down Daw Lane and out to the Hayling Billy where the hash realy started.
There appears to be nowhere to go here, wedged between farmland and a lovely view over Langstone harbour so the pack made short work of finding the trail along the shore heading south, quickly leaving the walkers and Canman behind.
Canman was in his Seventh Heaven on Cloud Nine etc due to the quantity of discarded cans he was encountering and had even roped in newbie Peter to help stamp them down.
Then the going got a bit tougher as the pack was fooled by a series of checks that doubled back to the north before heading east from The Billy and out through Saltmarsh lane into a bit of urban stuff then across the main road and out into the big field north of Gable Head.
It was here that I realised that the "walkers" seemed to have gone atray, The Chamois, Tigger etc ... so I went back to The Billy to look for them but could not find them. By the time I rejoined the pack they had found the trail out via the churchyard, south down the road and east again into the small park just north of the school. Here Mr Pastry came over all concerned and went off to look for the "walkers" while I followed the pack who seemed to be covering ground at enormous speed, the trail must have been too easy?.
By now Canman was hauling a huge bag of cans as we made our way north by the side of the golf links and out on the road to the Holiday Village where a food festival was being held. Soon we were back across the main road and up the footpath east of Manor House and to the On-In, after one hour and 20 minutes. Mr Pastry and the walkers were there so all was well.
Thanks to the hares and then nominations from Hash Flash both for yours truly and Pancsi for seemingly trying to quote some rules (everyone knows there aint no rules) and to newbie Curtis for being an FRB, and awarding the Hash-it to Irene for looking just too fit!.
Then just on cue the landlady comes out and asks us when are we going to come in and buy some beer which of course we did pronto and good it was too.