The promise of sunshine brought out the ramblers, walkers and 27 raring to go (to the pub)
hashers which made parking rather tricky for the late comers. This time the JMs arrived
with all of 2 minutes to go. Their presence was not required as Thumper explained all we
needed to know, that is 3 dots and you are on, not all falsies are marked with 3 dots and
the promise of fish hooks.
The on-on was out of the car park where many remembered the last run here and proceeded
to scour the playing field in vain. The trail went along the road to a check at The
George pub.
The Panda led, yes led, a small group north up the hill towards the church and then led
them back down again (someone should make a nursery rhyme of this), while the rest of
us followed Sinbad along the north side of the river, back onto the road and all the
way to the recreation ground.
The Ref pretended to be interested in reading the notice board while the front runners
searched the roads and grounds. It was quite a while before it was discovered that
the cricket pitch had been mown that morning and the flour removed but with a little
help we managed to find the footpath on the far side of the ground.
This little path led to a T junction. With Pancsi heading north, Doctor Blood and
Ben found the trail heading south. With another check we came to a bend in the road
which had a footpath declined by the last hares here. It became evident why after
a mile of pools of water and deep shiggy topped with the stuff you put on rhubarb
and I dont mean custard!
North at the next check and through more shiggy and even though Flash was holding
back expecting a fish hook we came out onto the Langrish Road. A little knowledge
does sometimes help, as Keith knew of a well hidden bridle way in the front garden
of a private house. This proved to be the narrowest and most shiggy bridleway possible
again with a rhubarb topping.
Finally we came to a two way choice. Snake Charmer followed by O.F. went downhill
to the left leaving Pancsi heading off to the right. After two dots and a long way
down the hill, S.C. started coming back only to meet Olive Oyl waving her on saying
it was the correct trail. After a half mile of no further white dots it was decided
that it was too late to return back and that the best option would be to find
the way in.
This unfortunately is where the write up of the run comes to a halt, only to say
our way back was very enjoyable. S.C. might not think so but from the scribes view,
following her, it made my day. Lets just say she didnt think the water was that
deep!!
The first back arrived in 1hr. 15mins. then others turned up in 2s and 3s until
the long distance runners finally came in after 1hr. 50min.
The JMs thanked the hares who reminded those complaining of the length of the
course that they had to run round it twice that morning. S.C. was awarded the Hash-it
for trying to drop Pancsi in it but she accepted with a smile and refreshments were
taken at The Izaak Walton establishment.
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