Oh dear !, alas and alack, weeks have gone by since this run and I have forgotten most of what went on, I have just a few scribbled notes on a scrunged up piece of paper in the bottom of a damp kit bag. So, even though the quality of this account is up to its usual standard thanks to a spelling checker, the accuracy is decidedly dodgy.
The weather was unusually good, predominantly blue sky at a bracing seven degrees, although our JMs having just returned from their love boat Caribbean cruise were finding it a bit chilly. Coincidentally we had a visitor from that neck of the woods, Tacky (a.k.a James) from Grenada HHH and for some reason Bika phoned to tell us not to wait for him because he was in bed with flu, as if.
No one seemed surprised or upset or anything else when it became apparent that Snake Charmer had forgotten to bring the Hash-It as we set out into the woods south of the car park. There were quite a few decoys right from the off so it took us a while to find the path south east and over the road to Hat Hill. Here everyone seemed happy to look for non existent flour in Open Winkins until Old Faithful thought to try the long run south next to the road but just inside the field, where of course lay the true trail.
Oh yes, I forgot to mention that the hares had hidden some balls en route, and balls meant prizes, so there were some competitive dashes to checks and falsies as we progressed. Soon we were running up that long long climb north through Ladys Winkins and Little Copse with Tacky being a real FRB as he became a little dot in the distance, but then he went straight on at the top and was with everyone else as we had an impromptu regroup where the FP comes out on Selhurst Park road.
Most of the old hands in the pack now realised where we were and although yours truly and Sinbad made a vain attempt to find flour along the road, the rest, led by Pancsi, Splasher, Old Faithful etc wasted no time and headed north west towards East Dean and then west over the ploughed field to Eastdean Hill road.
I think that some took a short cut along the road, however the serious ball hunters did not want to stray off the true trail, which meant going a short way down the hill towards East Dean and then back up through East Dean Park wood to Pilleygreen, I have an idea that Dr Blood found a ball in this section.
The On-In from here was a formality, on the FP west next to the road and arriving at the chariots after one hour and nineteen minutes of ball hunting and with surprisingly little shiggy attached.
At the circle, we thanked the hares for laying such a great trail, and also for volunteering with relatively short notice. There was no Hash-It to present, however our JM wanted it to go to Splasher so that he can use it as a float while crossing the Lavant on the Hangover Hash. Tacky then gave us a short entertaining description of hashing in Grenada where up to 250 regularly turn up for the runs
Then magically a table and food and drink appeared from the boot of Pru and Old Faithful's car and Tigger and Pink Flamingo added to the feast (sorry if I missed anyone ?), you can guess the rest.