A real gathering of the clans, Chichester, Winchester, Hursley, Portsmouth, R2D2 and Brighton all arrived in various proportions at The Ship. Some of the campers admitted to feeling a little fragile after "peaking" on the Friday pub crawl. The Hares did not hang about in getting us under way, a blessing because the cold north east breeze and leaden sky was doing nothing for our feeling of well being.
Shouts of "don't cross the road!" could still be heard as the bulk of Hashers headed east along the harbour wall and over to Warblington Church to wander around in the cemetery like zombies. Bambi was trying to get a note out of his horn however a combination of breathlessness, low temperature and too much Chapstick resulted in a sound that Stockhausen would have been proud of.
Deliverance came in the form of the roar of traffic as we took Pook Lane, crossed the A27 and found the footpath west to Wade Court Road. The pack would have become strung out on this longish fast section had not there been some flour sabotage to the check near Willow Close that left us wandering around again and bunching up. Next it was back south under the A27, right at Wade Court, south west on Shipwrights Way for a while, then west through the houses to the Langstone Road at Woodbury Avenue for a much needed regroup, all very fast.
Magically a rare gap in the traffic enabled all to get over to the Technology Park and take the little very shiggyfied path south alongside the brook. Kinky executed a perfect forward dive along here that looked painful, but he seemed more concerned about any damage to his mobile. As they say "where there is no sense there is no feeling".
Another fast section over to the familiar Southmoor Lane, where a fishook with the digits 11 was reasonably interpreted as the roman digit 2 (a lesson somewhere there) leaving Bambi and Bouncer at the back again. All that remained now was a loop back east to Mill Lane with much of the pack running in "no flour" mode along the foreshore and missing the soggy boggy shiggy on South Moor.
It was nice and warm back in The Ship with many healthy ruddy cheeks on display as the bar staff failed to cope with the onslaught of Hashers as well as the steady stream of plates that weaved in and out of the throng to reach bemused normal people hoping for a quiet Sunday Lunch.
Then the Down Downs started, with Hursley RA Cruella and Brighton's Bouncer conducting the ceremony that we do not usually experience, I mean singing in public, gulping down ale like a drunkard it's all too beastly to contemplate.
For Chichester there was a DD for Kinky (Hare and taking a dive), Bambi for poor horn, and Dr Blood (if he had not already left) for running the Hash in those rubber clog things, and for Bika for being the all round good guy that had organised the whole shooting match.
On On ! Bambi