Run No : 1189 Weather : Dry
Date : 1st December 2002 Venue/Time : Hammer Bottom , 1 Hour 10 mins
Hares : Old Thumper/Charmaine Chardonnay No of Runners : 14
As we close in on Christmas the attendance seems to wane every year, but we had a sprinkling of interlopers to help the numbers. Mary (ex Dafadildo) appearing by default after his soccer match was called off, and Red Cock and Ladyshave transited through, complete with the kite which they hoped to fly later.
Those hashing ‘biddies’ Old Thumper and Charmaine Chardonnay were the hares, and a right treat it was with hills, shiggy…. dredgery and, ‘humiliation’ from an unexpected source, but more about that later. The skies once more seemed threatening as I led us up the valley to the first check. My depression deepened when I went the wrong way allowing Mary to lead us up the steep slope. Red Cock then called On to the left and we made our way along wet tracks through heathland. The next check held up proceedings and Shrinky Dink and JGG joined in the search as we spread-out across the countryside, until eventually Red Cock called On again. After skirting the edge of the A3 I found the back-check down a boulevard and then the next check that took us across a brambly heath. Mary then led us to the first regroup.
By now the sun was shining and spirits were high as the only way was down, yet what was this apathy that was affecting our running….why was the RA lounging at the back, and why was the GM JGG walking around with his head in the clouds? Unflinching, I continued our quest and found the trail, and soon after Red Cock and Anorak led us down a muddy path to a road and up a footpath further along. In checking out by a field I lost everyone, and ran around headless in confusion until I clamboured down a bog of a trail that only hashers and the deranged would ever go.
A long descent brought me to a road and I saw the SCBs in the distance as we flirted with the outskirts of Haselmere. Another run along a road took me to the ‘mulled wine’ stop in the woods where I was jeered as normal by the pack for coming in the wrong way. Mary though had failed to spot it and continued down the track to the end. The end was not far away, and after calling On I found the last check, from now on though things went… well… tits up! For unbeknown to me I was being targeted. I ran down to a gate of a farmyard then turned around and returned to the check. With Anorak for company, not an easy task as we were running away from the railway, I crossed a field looking for flour in vain. Then sneaking up and to take advantage and waved on by the hares came…. Petal!! with great aplomb ignoring the damage to her nails, she vaulted the fence and entering the farmyard. Then ignoring the large geese to find flour, she crossed a railway line to reach the pub first. There she double whammed catching Mary in the act of cleaning his new car with his handkerchief, sad or what.
Down Downs by RA Fairy Snow:
Old Thumper/Charmaine Chardonnay– Hares.
Mary – Missed last regroup so he could get back and clean his car..
Petal – Dominator.
Silvier Fox– Whinging.
Dodo – Read from a book called ‘ Women on top’ after she had brought it thinking it was about successful women in business. (she was right..)
Charmine Chardonnay – Also read from same book, to satisfy the perferts amongst us.
Fairy Snow/New balls – Took a tumble, the RA for the third week running.
Silvier Fox