While Pru, Panda, Hash Angel, Bika, Kermit, Flash and Old Faithful were getting hot under their collars as their chariots crawled along the A27, held up by beach goers, the rest of us were dumping grub and raffle prizes at the Pancsi estate.
Some were busy slapping on the solar prophylactics as the JMs welcomed Angel (Bouncer's other half), their sprogs ET and Gooey, and newbie Mike R. The hares did not have much to say, not even lies except for Splasher who seemed to go ?off message? by trying to mention something about a beach hut before he was gagged.
Reluctantly we left the beer and trickled out on to Felpham Way heading west and then south at the traffic lights with Stitchup first to the first check at Manor Close. Clem, who seemed totally focused (and relentless) on finding good flour returned from all points east without success having fallen for the old urban trick of a trail along both sides of the same road.
So east it was, then clockwise round The Midway, past the entrance to Beach Estate (Private keep out etc), west on Limmer Lane and on to a regroup in Old Rectory Gardens (No Ball Games).
Here Malibog sat imperiously on the ?Once upon a time? throne but could not think of a tale to tell, at least one clean enough for mixed company. Next it was south and starting to hum ?And did those feet in ancient hashes ?? as we passed William Blake's house on Blake's Road with Buddy giving Stitchup the drag around for a change.
After passing the conveniently situated conveniences and a chatty lady painting her beach hut in hash yellow we reached the prom with its sounds of breakers on the shingle and screaming kids splashing about on the tides edge.
Room 101 (Orwell,1984) is full of horror, beach hut 101 was full of beer and it was for us! As you might imagine a bit of a natter ensued, anecdotes and belching as cold fizzy liquid met hot gastric juices. Then there was time for a quick paddle and dip in the briny to freshen up before we took in a loop around Longbrook Park (no surprises there) and north up Sea Road to admire the wild flower garden at Snook's Corner.
A bunch, Kirstin, Mike, Stitchup, Clem, Pink Flamingo, Red Sausage, Malibog went a long way north on Felpham Road without flour and had to be called back while the rest headed north west on Links Avenue and after a few checks reached the crossing lights at Felpham Way.
Snake Charmer was all for heading on-in from here however the rest felt that they still had a few more calories in the tank, so when the peep, peep, peep sounded (who pushed that button!) everyone followed Pancsi across and into the wide open fields to the west.
With nearly everyone doing their bit of checking we made swift progress north and east over to Downview School. So swift that we managed to lose Clem, Stitchup(+Buddy), French Virgin, and Ana as Sinbad discovered the On-In after one hour and twenty two minutes of coastal hashing.
We returned to Casa Pancsi just as those delayed on the A27 were trying to find parking for their chariots and we managed to down at least one can of beer before the lost hashers turned up, hot, cross and thirsty.
We were all soon tucking into the tucker and agreeing that the Hash-It should go to Pink Flamingo for some reason or other and then the forever raffle and then memory fades.
A BIG ?thank you? to all for a great day, to God for the weather, to Mr and Mrs Hairbrush for personing the BBQ and to Mr and Mrs Pancsi for use of their home.