After all the trouble the hares went to in finding a place to park for the starting
point of the hangover hash, it would have to be the day that a swimming gala
was taking place at the Arun Leisure Centre. Parking was at a premium and
many had to make more than one circuit of the car park before abandoning their chariots.
The J.M. was up to his usual introductions keeping us glued to every word of the
Hash version of The Lord's Prayer he was reciting, before handing us over to the
two Daves, our Hares for the day.
With little information given about the hash and only a mention that we could park for
the eats etc. in the Methodist car park opposite the Barclay's Residence, we were
guided to the path leading around the swimming pool and into the fields behind it.
With checks taking us back and forth across the fields it wasn't until 15mins. that
we were finally running on tarmac. A small loop on minor roads then we were heading
past the football pitches back to the leisure centre.
With the car park in sight we were wondering if this could be the shortest hash on
record, but no. We veered away from the cars and across the main road and down
the side of the allotments, not stopping to admire The Barclay prized potatoes
and onions on the way to the church.
A couple of checks and back checks led us to Old Rectory Road. Like sheep all the
hash were now down a dead end, mainly after a trail through The Old Rectory Gardens
had been called false.
With a little guidance, and the hares standing at the entrance to the gardens, the
trail was found passing through the Topiary and on to William Blakes Cottage.
Then down Blakes Road, ignoring the check, to the sea and a falsie.
Luckily Two Ferrets Fighting was not taken in and found another trail, heading through
a car park to the seashore, down an alley off a side road then heading west along
the shore, in and out of the beach huts until confusion when a falsie on a wall
prevented us from proceeding any further.
Miraculously the flour had all but disappeared the second time we looked,
the hares appearing to be oblivious to this while brushing the white powder
off their hands.
Passing the groynes, we headed inland, around Butlins, across the main
road to the on-in after 70mins.
Back at The Barclays we were greeted with a wonderful spread laid on by Carole with
some help from Pru.
The JM's thanked the hares for a great hash but mentioned them for leading us
down the wrong paths, a sign of good hares!, but Vixen awarded the hash-it to
Prancer for history lessons, terrible singing and even worse jokes
throughout the year, which was applauded by all.
Their final duty was to award the hash-it of the year to Dave and Carole Barclay
for their support of the club especially over the last few years. Many thanks to them.
The new JM's were announced as being Dave "Pancsi" Enticott and Caroline
"Snake Charmer" Homer.
The raffle then started with Jones' ticket being the first picked out. Strange!!!
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