Perfect running weather, cool, sunny and dry; a spectacular view over Portsmouth and The Solent to The Isle of Wight; a Mr Whippy in the car park; a pub just across the road; these were the ingredients for a great start to this Hash.
There was a small gathering of classic Ford Cortinas which distracted some of us as we welcomed a couple from Stockholm along with Malibog by the names of Tomboy and [what sounded like] Pole Plucker.
Little of interest from the hares, some flour, some chalk, and some inter-hare confusion over how the chalk had been applied. Guess what ? the start was down hill and south into the thin sliver of grassland that survives above the houses. Buddy started as he meant to go on by taking a massive dump by the entrance gate, much to Canman's embarrassment.
I must now tell you that Bambi is not able/allowed to run for a while owing to Achilles Tendinitis, so the pack soon disappeared to the west along the contour and then after a few minutes reappeared below, heading east with FRBs Bika and Old Faithful.
Soon we were all heading south again, off the green across Southwick Hill Rd and along the FP next to the never ending building work that goes on near QA hospital. By the time we reached London Rd us walkers, Pru, Spiderwoman, Wee Ginge (was she there ?) were again out of touch, so the hares advised us to hang about while the pack went on a long loop down to and around the Northern Rd roundabout.
Returning to go east up St George's (who's day was on 23rd) Rd the CCTV evidence shows the running order as, Dr Blood, Tomboy, Pancsi, Pink Flamingo, Pole *ucker, Kermit, The Gnome, Old Faithful, Flash, Buddy dragging Snake Charmer, Sinbad, Bika, Panda, Canman..... (didn't record any more).
Then up hill through the houses north then east to Courtmount Grove, on the way Buddy once again taking a dump and this time embarrassing Snake Charmer who was left looking round for a plastic bag.
Taking the short FP up to Cranbourne Rd we emerged to a lovely drink stop organised by Son of Flash and his three young flashettes, where there was much nattering joviality. Apparently, earlier that day, while laying the trail, Panda and Flash had encountered a young mum with three in tow who was acquainted with hashing in Oman via her grandpa. I tell you this because when the hash restarted, the walkers ambled gently up hill to sit on a bench at the top of Drayton Lane, while the able bodied (and some others) took a long easterly loop round Farlington Ave where the aforementioned mum had organised a water stop complete with signage.
So the water could be heard sloshing around in the boots of the pack as they laboured up to the bench. Here the CCTV reveals the order as, The Gnome (by a long way), Tomboy, Pancsi, Buddy towing Snake Charmer, Sinbad, Bika, Pole *ucker, Flash, Dr Blood, Kermit, Malibog, Pink Flamingo, Dogwhistle, Canman, Soapbox, Panda, Old Faithful, .. more.. unrecorded.
Another natter round the bench was followed by a short dash back to the chariots via a perilous crossing of the A3 junction, all safely in after one hour and ten minutes of urban meandering. At the circle we thanked the hares, wondered how Tomboy could be so fit, congratulated Pancsi on his birthday and then presented the Hash-It to Buddy (and Canman) for his proclivity for leaving mementos all over north Portsmouth, Buddy that is.
We retired to The Churchillian to find all the inside tables reserved and for some reason we did not use the outside facilities, preferring to stand at the bar and do our thing.