Note from Tigger:
"I would like to say a big Thank You for the lovely bouquet of flowers - they are really beautiful (all daffodils, tulips and hyacinths) and they cheered me up no end. By the time the weather is warmer I should be back on the Hash, albeit taking all short cuts offered.
With many thanks, Sue"
A brief window of dryness in a mild moist gulf stream interlude opened up just as the eager hashers gathered in the chalky white carpark on the edge of The Queen Elizabeth Country Park.
The Doc brought news that the Lavant was now in full flow, just a little late to help quench our hangovers.
Canman, Bika and Kermit all arrived just as our new JMs made their début by posing a question about the difference in direction of flush swirl between here and the antipodes.
The magnificent hares had laid a fiendish trail devised primarily by Old Faithful,
however, as is our custom they described it as dry and flat, and as usual no one believed them.
It was an about turn here as the trail led east and started to climb the northern side of the
valley only to quickly drop back down to the road and return to a check that had been used on
the outward leg, then to re-climb an obscure track on the southern slope to arrive back at the
second check (at the saddle), making a double figure of eight, fiendish or what? (don't answer that).
The JMs seemed to have noticed quite a lot of goings on, Pancsi doing a Mussolini at a falsie,
Pink Flamingo tripping over the only log for miles on a wide path, Spiderman going the wrong way
round a tree, Splasher for not carrying the Hash-it, various short cutters, but the biggest sin
was down to Pancsi for an overheard facetious remark about Spiderwoman's other quarter.