Run	Date	Hare(s)	Description	MapRef	1:50000	1:25000	1:10000	More
880	2017-10-08 11:00	Hairbrush & Spiderman	Bramshott Rectory Lane car park	SU855337

Run number 2217 of the Surrey Hash and run number 880 of the Chichester Hash coincided on the same day and in the same area so at least one Surrey hasher wasn't decided which one to choose. In the event he couldn't find either of them in time and arrived about 20 minutes late, couldn't follow the trail, but eventually managed to catch us up at the end when the penny suddenly dropped that it was a joint hash. If I knew his name I would name him and shame him.

The reason he probably couldn't understand the trail was that it used Chichester hash markings, stalwartly maintained by the proud kennel in the face of a sea of surrounding hashes with different conventions. At least he had the excuse that he wasn't present in the circle when they were explained. However several other hashers who were present at said circle were still apparently confused as the trail unfolded (and not all of them were from Surrey!)

Hairbrush was the chief architect of the trail with Spiderman, while Golden Balls agreed to help give the trail a "Surrey" sheen. This is an area Golden Balls knows well and he was full of helpful advice - just ask Spiderman. Whatever the friction between the hares it ended up a very good trail: acres of woodland, a few ups and downs, some of them quite steep, stinging nettles, holly... One small shoot of holly caused Splasher some consternation - "why couldn't the hares clear the trail of such hazards"?

The hares had arranged for the trail not to cross a bridge over a reasonably wide stream. Many photos were taken at this point, but as far as I could see the only hashers that actually got their feet wet were the hares - well someone has to do it.

At the end of the run the Chichester hashers were treated to a proper circle with a choice of beverages and nibbles to get the mood going, and the naming and shaming of the sinners (they're always guilty), and their punishment with enforced consumption of alcohol while being serenaded with silly (and sometimes slightly rude) songs. It'll never catch on!

Dogs, apparently, are a dimension the Surrey hashers are unfamiliar with, so with our full complement of Belle, Aragorn and Marty present they were never sure when their footfall might land on a canine. Aragorn, and hence Bika, attracted attention early on when Aragorn caught and began devouring a squirrel. (It would have been OK if it was a mouse but squirrels have such attractive bushy tails, don't you think?)

This sad saga compelled Vixen to relate her dog poo story, and once started she couldn't be stopped apparently, so when the vote for hash*t was made, the choice was Aragorn or Marty and Vixen lost! So the moral is: murder is acceptable but don't dare talk about bodily functions.

On On! Kinky.