Run Details

Please pre-order your food by Friday 05/09 and bring cash or card for the extra special sip stop!

Auspicious is not a word you’ll find often in a hash write-up, but with the Trevor Arms reopening after 8 years, Trevor (aka Prince Crashpian) uttered that very lexeme in the chalk talk as he went on to introduce Knightrider on his final haring for BH7 as his co-hare, as well as announcing that the number 8 would feature highly, albeit not in the length of the trail which was a mere (!) 6.5 miles*. The wa*kers were without a plan (a bad idea given the antics of Wiggy last time we were here in 2016) so, abandoning them to their self-guided fate, off we set up The Street to a check at Ranscombe Lane where a cunningly concealed footpath sign would lead us in for an ascent of Mount Caburn and an opportunity for the more enthusiastic legs to let off steam. A regroup in lieu of a fishhook made an unlikely photo stop as the views were in every direction other than the hedge, but Mudlark was actually taking snaps of the stragglers as opposed to group selfies. A fishhook for 8 (aha!) at the crossroads tempted a few left towards the top, but it was straight, straight, straight at every check, with a few more fishhooks to break things up, until we hit the Lewes golf club and dropped down Chapel Hill to Cliffe high street. Bizarrely it was straight again as Prince Crashpian continue to call through quickly, and we started to muse on the possibility of a coach return before light dawned, and, sure enough, we headed through to the station for a sip stop. We’d been pressed to bring a card with us by every communiqué possible, and the reason became clear as we queued for train tickets, despite my own hope that we would be visiting the new Glynde micropub to which Nasty Nips said, “you could be right” knowing full well I was wrong. Mudlark had been bending my ear on trail, suggesting that Mark Jones had set enough hashes that it was about time he had a hash name, and he was probably right as guidelines are, after all, guidelines! Jonesie, a long-time, Sunday runner, usually flakes the apres, however, he was trapped tonight, so a swift mini-circle was called with a few suggestions starting with Ninety-Nine, before homing in on his namesake’s catchphrases. Pack expressed no preference, and so Mudlark’s ‘Don’t Panic’ easily won out over ‘They Don’t Like It Up’em’ or anything to do with the Sudan for a swift daubing and ‘Here’s to…’, before PC reminded us that the train was imminent, at which point we all panicked! [*a lie]
Fast forward and we all made the train, we all made the pub, eaters and drinkers momentarily separated were eventually reunited, while thoroughly enjoying Knightrider’s legendary generosity once more, with a large sum behind the bar sufficient to also supply the down down beer. Despite it's linear nature, in profile the trail had been quite exciting drawing much comment about the Moyleman marathon route which we appeared to be following, so the Grand Old Duke was an obvious choice as the hares were invited to drink while it was noted that this was our first transport hash since PC had us all using the free bus from Shoreham Beach back in 2013. KR was then presented with a little departing gift, again reflecting the ups and downs, of a hashers guide to the Peak District (1982) for when he invites us all to Derbyshire (?!). A belated 80th birthday badge was also awarded to Psychlepath after his recent celebration, and finally, Merlin received a Dog book for causing Balinor a few cuts last week when he got stuck in a brambly hedge with a deer. With Balinor standing in for Merlin, who suddenly got shy, all three were downed to the doggie down down song. Private Dancer’s return confusion of walking the fishhook went unpunished as he’d escaped, so remaining beers for the sinners were awarded first to Keeps It Up, who enthusiastically avoided the queues at the ticket machine by using the App, until his face dropped when realising that his £3.70 was a sight more costly than the £2.45 group save for the rest, especially when KR paid from hash funds! Next up was Gromit for being a smartarse and guessing why we needed a payment option, even though we didn’t. And finally, Gomi for asking the question about using cash instead of card, but not Gomi as PC’s PC skills were faulty when he thought the surprise had been ruined until it was pointed out that the CC line had been cleared (as well as blatantly leading the pack astray). Rebel had regaled us on the train with a jolly ditty based on Dvořák's Humoresque, which he kindly reprised as a down down song: Passengers will please refrain, from flushing toilet while the train, is standing in the station, that won’t do. Kindly hold your natural function, until we get to Clapham Junction, where quite frankly, there’s nothing else to do. Little Swinger then endeavoured to announce next week’s hash while wearing a wicker hares head Red Slapper had spotted in the corner, apparently smiling for the photo behind it. That just about wrapped up another great hash, however, Nasty Nips efforts completing a 100k on Saturday were somehow overlooked, a beer being suggested not for his accomplishment, but for smashing his jointly held 100k PB with LS on his own – rude!

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