“We have been up since six!” the hares were already moaning as the pack gathered under an overcast sky. Miss Perfect who is supposed to be eating sauerkraut turned up and there was a welcome for newbie Sarah.
Inevitably, considering the hares, at the appointed hour we were subjected to a tirade of “on this day in history” facts which I won't bore you with like it bored us.
So after shouts of “get on with it!” the only orders were to make sure that we kept to the true trail, the significance of which was to become apparent later.
To start we were treated to a little loop that used the short footpath that crosses the rail line and emerges more or less opposite the Murrell Arms.
Then down the road south west towards the church with Spider Woman out front and down to a back check that was resolved via the path south east to the old Arundel to Portsmouth canal.
Here we were unable to find a true trail, just the falsie, until the hares arrived and were dismayed to find that the trail which they had laid right down the middle of the canal by floating flour on pieces of plastic had drifted away and sank. A devilish idea to have us run down the middle of the canal had been thwarted.
North from here and back to the church with a lot of gassing going on and not much hashing until Heather got the bit between her teeth and headed back up the lane towards the pub and Old Faithful solved the back check at the top by finding a trail east through Murrell's Field and out on the Yapton road.
Now east on a long haul down to the windmill where for some strange reason the whole pack took the footpath south which was a long long falsie.
Yours truly found the northerly trail across the rail line, through the greenhouses and had to wait a long time at the road for the pack to turn up.
After another chinwagging session we eventually made our way west along the road and then via the very wet footpath on the left back to the top of the very first loop of the hash where a re-laid check gave us no trouble whatsoever as we quickly found the On-In after an unknown number of minutes because I forgot to look at my watch.
The JM's admitted that no one had really stepped out of line, there had been a general lack of anyone calling and Pink Flamingo admitted to overrunning a falsie while Kermit had been seen using a walking stick.
In the end it was decided to award the Hash-It to Nemo Toad for getting so so annoyed that no one had been calling.
We then retired to the Murrell Arms where the fire took the chill off the day nicely.