It was raining, not the big drop drenching variety but the miserable bit here bit there variety
helped along by a blustery wind from the west. Those that turned up seemed surprisingly cheerful
considering the conditions however the small size of the pack prompted muttering about the need
for a recruitment drive, we need ideas, how to attract new Hashers .
The area we were heading into holds some unpleasant memories for the old timers, remember run 400 ?
we started in the mist on Bignor hill and this is where we were after the first hour, not to mention
Steve Smith doing in his achilles tendon and never running again.
Yet again Pancsi chose a long falsie but it didn't matter because everyone else just walked up the
hill east to a check at the church, all out of puff, and we had only just started. This one did not
take long to work out, so Bouncer and yours truly led the way on a long, long, long, slog over the
north east FP to the road and then east through Lower Farm to the edge of Houghton Forest where we
tried to find shelter under leafless trees, soon joined by OF, Malibog and Pancsi.
The trails from this point are well known, so the hares had cleverly sewn together a series of
checks and falsies that headed home along the ridge but cut back and fore through the bushes between
the three main trails. It was in this lot that we lost contact with Bouncer, another one gone,
just like Predator, was an evil alien taking us out one at a time .
There were few nominations, Spiderman for forgetting to bring the Hash-it (tut,tut), those trying to
shelter under a leafless tree, but the proverbial biscuit was taken by Bouncer for finding a football
on trail and engaging Spiderwoman in a kick around.