There was a rumour going round among the early arrivals that Spider Woman had sacrificed a few chickens to the weather gods in order to have a dry day for this run instead of the wet and windy days that have become the norm this summer. Whether the rumour was true or false there is no doubt that the resultant day was well worth the demise of a pullet or two.
It was blue above and warm below as hashers' chariots were shuffled around near the pub. There were no new faces on show and the arrival of Malibog and Red Horse from Stockholm HHH is now so frequent that it does not merit any mention from our JM. The hares looked pretty fresh and shiggy free, as they mentioned that there was a ladies' check before the noise of a low flying helicopter drowned out the rest of what they had to say, which was probably the usual nonsense.
Soon we were sent on our way west on the road but then soon on the FP north with Pink Flamingo and Snake Charmer getting way out front as we followed quite large, regular and almost square shaped blobs. Has Spiderman invented some new flour application device ? He is not saying anything until the patent is granted.
We soon reached that area just west of Hoyle where five FPs converge and the two up front both chose a falsie east and west. There was a bit of grumbling by Pink Flamingo about her false trail not having the expected end mark but no one was listening because we were all charging north east on the true trail through head height corn (that will never ripen this year) and out to a check on the Graffham road.
It took a while here before Old Faithful found the way west on the road and then north into Polecats Copse with lovely aromatic pine scents shooting up our nostrils as we puffed a bit on the climb up to Goldballs Plantation. Here we came upon the check for hashers of the female persuasion so the rest started to have a natter, talking about manly things until we noticed that Snake Charmer and Pru had not returned from the northerly path into The Roughs, so we set off in pursuit.
They were caught at the next check just short of the old rail track where the trail turned south west and on to the sandy paths that are common in this area. The sight of a rickety old watch tower lured Malibog on to a falsie in it's direction only to get his paws really wet in the surrounding hidden marsh. Some took a little time to chat with a couple of equestrians while Can Man got well out in front on a charge all the way south and back to the road at Coldharbour.
It is a shame that Splasher was not with us as we passed his favourite pond where a feeble attempt to baptise Spider Woman instead failed miserably. From here the pack could see the pub and without any sting in the tail we soon reached the On-Inn after one hour and ten minutes touring the spiders' web.
At the circle Flash told us a story about his close encounter with a wild pig before thanking the hares for a great hash. Then Olive Oyl and Tina showed up all sweaty, having arrived late they had had their own hash. There was no real Hash-It to present because Bika still had it so a virtual one was given to Malibog for being a big show off. Beerhydration took place in the sunny warmth of the Unicorn's garden.