Est 1983 - ON PRES: Robin Low
Apart from a few who had little red horns sprouting from their brows it would have
been hard to guess that we had gathered for run number six six six. The JM's intro
made no allusion to the demonic connotation of the number, preferring to note its
significance as two thirds of the way to one thousand.
"And that no man might buy or sell, save he that had the mark, or the name of the beast, or the number of his name. Here is wisdom. Let him that hath understanding count the number of the beast: for it is the number of a man; & his number is Six hundred threescore & six."
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Under an overcast sky that threatened to be sunny we welcomed back Emily, heard
the usual lies from the hares and then posed for a group photo several times as we
tried to guess whether Dr Blood's camera had taken its automatic snap or not.
Eventually someone remembered that there was a trail to find and the pack dispersed
to the four quarters of the compass to look for it because the hares had given no clues.
Initially we had no problems finding our way as we found trail west, parallel to the
main road and through the lovely coloured heathers that carpet this area.
The FRBs Pancsi and Graham (no 2) and eventually the whole pack came to a grinding halt
after a half mile or so as it took us a while to find a back check that took us down the
hill on to Fitzhall Heath and then another back check that took us back up again and
on to the main path to Trotton.
The head of the pack charged off (on trail) towards Trotton but were called back prematurely
due to a communications glitch, “their's not to reason why”, as the rest went south into
Some nice short falsies in the warren lead Spiderwoman to exclaim “I have tried all the ways!”,
it was nice to have that rumour confirmed at last, however someone found a way that she hadn't
tried and that was down the steep slope on the southern edge.
We now made our way east back towards the heath but not before Bika had to pull Hash Angel out
of a big hole in the ground into which she had inexplicably managed to insert herself without harm.
A few more easy checks saw us through the recently cleared area of the heath, across the B road
and across the Fitzhall driveway and then north east round the edge of the sand pit to a beautifully
decorated On-In completed with a devilish design.
I can't tell how long we took as my stopwatch had mysteriously stopped at 66 minutes and 6 seconds....
With the sun now fully out and the temperature rising through the mid twenties (Phew, hot as hell!)
we gathered in the shade around a small table that was groaning with food and drink, thanks to Pru,
Graham, Frances, Paul and anyone else I forgot, to hear the nominations.
Firstly there was a big thank you for the hares, then a mention of a whole load of folk that had been
heard asking Sunday walkers if they had seen any flour, Panda was picked out as being one of the best
dressed little devils, the Hash-It was eventually awarded jointly to Tigger and The Chamois for having
been on run number one and run six six six !.