Thanks to a last-minute flurry of email and Facebook messages, most of us managed to make it to the pub for the ungodly hour of 7pm. Since this was the kids' hash, I arrived with my Dad. After the hares had explained the rules very slowly in words of one syllable, the regular hashers finally grasped what the kids had picked up immediately, and we all set off on our different routes - kids, short & long.
At this point I have a confession to make: having been 'volunteered' to write up the hash, I had completely forgotten to do it until today (Monday), Gerry emailed to remind me. D'oh! So here's a brief non-linear recollection:
- considering the patchy weather, the trail was very well marked
- it didn't rain
- the longs managed to separate from and then meet up with the shorts
- there was a lot more shiggy than we'd been used to on recent runs
- Ade managed to catch us up, despite having competed two days earlier in the Down Tow Up Flow Thames Towpath Half Marathon (try saying that quickly with a mouthful of peanuts) on the hottest day of the year so far - he came 22nd, well done Ade!
- Yob & Bernie turned up at the pub
- which was nice.
- We revisited some old familiar places: the cricket pitch at Penn Street, the environs of the Llama farm
- Helen ran with us, but Jo once again failed to make it as she had a date with an optician ("Eye, Eye! But will she be seeing him again? Are they in contact? Not if she made a spectacle of herself" - gosh, it's amazing how a sight test lense itself to so many bad puns...) - and with that, I will hand over to a much more erudite and intellectual team of correspondents: namely the Misses SuperCooper, Stevie and Kitty.