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A strange thing happened at the start of the hash – as usual, the hash hush was called late but most unusually, the hash hushed! However, such was the shock of this event, everyone had to talk about it, so things were soon back to usual. |
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Matt told us about noughts and crosses, which all sounded very simple. Despite this, there was a considerable pause between the command “check it out” and the actual departure. I think all the lemmings were waiting for a leader. |
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The pace slowed considerably as we stumbled across a freshly ploughed field with no sign of a footpath. I’m not sure even Sam was running, but this may be slander. Still, a clear if muddy path will have been left behind for the next group of ramblers to head that way and the trail was quickly picked up, once a stile was crossed. |
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Was this the field? or this?  (courtesy of Rob Farrow) |
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| I have just realised that ‘trial’ isn’t just a typo for ‘trail’ when writing a hash report – it’s synonymous. Sorry, I digress. |
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3 – 0 to Roz & Matt for THREE Falses, all of which trapped the majority of the hashers. Congratulations or commiserations, depending of who you are. |
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Sarah noted Anthony’s absence while he briefly joined the short runners on their path. No worries, our very own Road Runner was soon back up front. |
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Ade was competing with the cows on methane production. |
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The long route headed towards Missenden, passing a ship’s figure head at Hunts Green and a tree like sculpture on the way back, with the following inscription, 
‘I have no eyes, I cannot see but I know what man has done. A little bird has told me so.’
Any ideas? |
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Life expectancy temporarily dropped as the hashers nipped across the Missenden bypass. |
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Ken was 100% confident as he led several hashers onto a well hidden path. ‘Don’t give up, follow the path, a bit further’ he cried, as he slowed his pace to let Gerry take the lead, just as the on on was called down a parallel path. Not a problem – a quick climb along storm drain and the surrounding fence and we were back on the trail. |
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Back across the bypass, back up the hill and the longs rejoined the short route as they headed passed some nets, along a football field and into Ballinger Common. |
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‘On inn’ to this welcome sight.
And as for the shorts – |
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Mike was the non conformist of the night ( what’s new?) I reckon Mike had heard so much about last weeks’ chips that he didn’t want to take the slightest chance of missing out again. So, using a technique learnt from his former pupils he loitered at the back, along with his buddy Phil and at suitable point made a break for it back along the road straight to the pub, leaving his fellow short hashers sending out search parties. |
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There was no need for these tactics; such was the gourmet night awaiting us all. Luscious olives at the bar were just the tasters for plates on every table. And just in case you’re not an olive man (or lady) plates of sausages and wonderful garlicky potatoes followed. More than even Mike could eat! |
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Whatever next???? Expectations are scarily high |