The hottest day of the year so far and Whiteways Lodge was packed with bikers, but our pack managed to find a little corner to gather. Our number was swelled by a new runner Sheena, formerly from the Thailand Jungle Hash.
(actually her mother hash is Pattaya Jungle Hash - in exotic Thailand - SM).
Old Faithful announced that it was Sir David Attenborough’s birthday, but more significantly it was also Prue’s birthday, so O.F. wanted a short run and a quick circle before his day pass ran out. And without more ado we set off with the pack immediately widely spread out. With false trails from the start the pack quickly got strung out and the stragglers needed hare Spiderman’s help to catch up – whatever happened to calling?
The next bit of the trail became very difficult as it became clear that some passing spoil sport had very efficiently erased a number of hash marks – blobs, checks and falsies. It goes without saying that Dag was unsure where exactly the trail went, but even Spiderman got worried at one point, until we finally found some clear marks again. Finding dust again got Canman so excited he tried to leap some fallen branches, but lost 4 faults for clipping the top bar and tumbling headlong instead – fortunately with no harm done.
Popeye and Olive Oyl have made a habit recently of turning up late and catching up with the pack, though how Popeye had made it without the help of flour I have no idea. At this point O.O. was still finding her way and we met up with her some time later.
A fish-hook for 6 caught out Dr Blood, Snake Charmer, Kinky, Hairbrush, Three Ferrets Fighting and The Ref, who found the back marker at the time, Splasher, refusing to proceed when he saw this group heading back towards him urging him to get a move on. He’s been caught by false trails too many time, I guess.
Olive Oyl now made her appearance and apparently she had followed the in-trail to find us. True to form Kinky immediately interrogated her as to which way she had come. (Good job the JM didn’t spot this cheating!) O.O. herself quickly got caught at the next fish-hook – which she should have known about – along with Dr B, Snake Charmer and The Ref again.
At the brisk circle Old Faithful picked on Splasher for his behaviour at the first fish-hook; Dag for having laid all the false trail but not knowing where any of them were; The Ref for running in new shoes and Spiderman for running in shoes so old they should be pensioned off, and for getting lost on his own trail. SM was adjudged the worst of these sinners and awarded the hash-it.
The après hash was 4 miles down the road at the Spur, and if the circle had been held there then surely the hash-it would have been awarded to Popeye for locking himself out of his car and sending Olive Oyl off on the 50 mile round trip back to Bedhampton to collect their second car and a spare key. That’s Popeye in the dog house for the rest of the weekend I should think.
On On ! Kinky