A gentle drizzle was falling as we milled around packing cars into this popular car park. This might have been the reason for a slightly reduced pack size, but if so the absentees missed a good run – and, remarkably, the drizzle stopped as the circle got underway. The hares, following tradition, told us the usual porkies, and when Hairbrush promised us a mainly dry run – he was probably lying about the state of the shiggy – but he was right about the state of the weather.
The early part of the trail was largely a tour of the Slindon metropolis, teasing us as to which direction the run was going to take off in, while neatly circling the “ring road”. Two Ferrets Fighting, who was sweeping the pack, actively encouraged us to take every devious false trail these hares had devised. Meanwhile Hairbrush and the slower members of the pack were easily keeping in the lead – one of the signs of a well laid trail.
At last we left the tarmac behind for a photo stop at the folly/geo-caching site (ask Google) to the west of the college – only one snag – no hash flashes available – Spiderman stepped in to fill this gap.
It was about this time that I lost my pencil so the rest of this report might not be accurate! [You mean any of it is reliable? – Ed.] By now Splasher’s new shoes, sparkly clean at the start, had been well and truly camouflaged by the top quality shiggy encountered on this trail... he wasn’t picked on in the circle for this though.
And also around then JM Bambi caught us up. Bambi had spent the morning bringing the name of Chichester hash into disrepute by competing in a serious 4 mile run in Worthing. He says it wasn’t a serious run but a fun run – I might be persuaded if he ran these runs in fancy dress, dressed up as a deer, say!
As the rest of the trail weaved around Park Pale and Slindon Wood, it occurred to me that one of Hairbrush’s rules of thumb is probably “why run along one edge a triangle when you can make the pack go along two instead?” So we were beginning to lose our sense of direction until we finally came close enough to hear the traffic on the A29. Then left hand down a bit and follow another few triangle edges till we caught sight of the cars.
The circle paid a hearty welcome to returnee Sureshot, and JM Old Faithful restrained himself from awarding her the hash s**t in case it deterred her from returning again. Old Faithful drew Dag and Pancsi into the circle for similar sins – namely not obeying directives of the JM! (You have been warned for future occasions.) In Pancsi’s case Old Faithful ordered him not to over-run a false trail mark... but he did, silly boy! So Pancsi got the hash s**t – but mainly because he admitted having forgotten who the JM was!
On On ! Kinky