Early morning rain and a cool breeze had managed to deter the motorbikes from the lodge carpark, so there was no cacophony of high revving engines to greet the gathering hashers as the sun appeared in a newly blue sky.
We were able to greet one newbie by the name of Ann who arrived in a nice big camper van. The JMs were away again, so Flash did the honours and the hares did the lying with warnings of a dry flat run etc.
To start we headed north up the long drag towards the SDW and quickly to a check
that had the pack baffled, they are baffled most of the time but this was more
baffling than usual.
As we headed on into Langham Wood a pattern started to emerge, at each check Flash seemed somehow to take the true trail while Pancsi seemed to choose the longest falsie, there were rumours that Flash had sold his soul to the devil the night before in return for this luck.
Wapelgate Corner was the next big check and it took some time for the trail north to be
discovered which went off piste then south and then back to the Corner where Old Faithful
had done a great job of re-laying, and don't mention Peter and Tom taking a shortcut,
oops too late.
The trail back towards the chariots proved to be of little difficulty, although there were outbreaks of walking due to weariness and Soapbox's contribution descended into standing on the check and broadcasting "Check it out!".
The On-In came after one hour and thirty seven minutes of sun, sweat, and shiggy.
Flash started to go through the nominations, he was about to mention Panda's strangley
clean shoes, various SCBs.... when The Doc stepped in and using his perogative as
Hon President announced that the Hash-It would go to the FRB that hadn't put a foot wrong,