It was 2°C according to the car thermometer, but at least there was no rain. New JMs Bambi and Old Faithful eschewed the time honoured ritual of mentioning notable events on this day in history and instead recounted a bit of local news featuring the Earl of March, jewel thieves and the elusive Chichester library. Then the hares went through the usual lies and we were off through the woods in a south-west direction, spotting Bika arriving late as we were leaving
The trail quickly became quite muddy and hare Popeye confided in me that he thought this part of the trail was the muddiest bit... but I don’t think he was right, it all seemed equally muddy to me. Snake Charmer, Dag and pooch Belle were the front runners for this early part of the trail; Dag arriving at one check point and announcing “On Crossy Thing!” showing how well she has mastered the hash argot. (And apparently Belle responds best to her diminutive name: Belly-baby-booby-boo, according to Snake Charmer)
After a little while it suddenly occurred to me that Bika hadn’t yet caught us up, but then I found Aragorn weaving around my feet so I knew Bika wasn’t far away. In this section of the trail we became very familiar with a fast flowing brook. At the first encounter, where there was a perfectly serviceable bridge, we were treated to the sight of Bika plunging into the water and ducking under the bridge to crawl through to the other side. I could see no reason for this – perhaps it was a way to get Aragorn to take a bath? As it turned out the trail didn’t cross the bridge anyway; instead it ran alongside the brook for quite a stretch with several check-points designed solely to encourage as many of us as possible to check out the well advertised trails across the brook – which was just a little too wide for most hashers to jump. You won’t be surprised to learn that the trail never actually crossed the stream, but most of us got wet crossing it several times
Before we leave the brook behind, though, I must comment that, for once, we hashers weren’t the oddest folk around; we came across a fellow dressed in army fatigues playing with 2 remote controlled miniature army vehicles on the banks of the brook – whatever presses your button, I suppose
We were well through the trail now when Dr Blood and Pink Flamingo managed to catch us up, having arrived even later than Bika. They were just in time to catch Bambi and Bika passing the time at a regroup by having a bad joke competition. I think it was a draw
Now nearing the end of the trail and hare Popeye started marking checks really promptly with arrows before we had properly checked them out. I think perhaps he was worried that his pay-and- display parking ticket was about to run out... but there were no traffic wardens around when we got back to the motors
In the circle, Dag, Bika and Snake Charmer were named for the activities mentioned above, but the hash shit was awarded to Can Man for managing to come out without his teeth! and also for head butting a tree! not his most successful day.
On On ! Kinky