Run Details

Park in village car park

#2445 New Inn, Hurstpierpoint – A good number of festive hats were on display, although the hint about tutu’s, given that it’s the 22nd – two two day, was completely ignored. Oh well, there’ll be another opportunity in June next year when warmth may encourage folk to join in! Moving outside, Oral Hooker broke hare tradition by being brutally honest about trail conditions – hilly and muddy; confirming a sip from her car, failing to elaborate for the wa*kers; then pointed us on east along the High Street. Heading up South Avenue then left on the Twitten, trail turned south at the next finger post and on to the first fishhook. The urge to continue south at the next check was an error as pack headed west along Bedlam Street and a 2nd FH. The long drag south past Foxholes inevitably meant, you guessed it, another FH before a hard left ascent and FH up Wolstonbury Hill for a gasping photo opportunity and bonus pop up sip. No time to hang around though as pack slid back down to New Way Lane for a metalled respite (and FH) before heading on to Danny. On inn was over the fields via yet another FH, then back along the out trail to find sip with cheese straws and Harveys by the tennis club. Now if only we’d known that earlier you might well have found the wa*kers joining after a roadie route as far as Danny, almost reversing the main trail, then cutting across the mud to join Brighton Road and on inn via Pit Road.

The pub was busy but had set aside a number of tables for the hash, but not chairs, which another group helped themselves to, prompting a mad raid on every available seat elsewhere. Sharing the back room with said group, the middle room cleared just in time for circle up so a wholesale shift occurred, just as they also decided to leave! Private Dancer and OH were downed to the hares song before we rewound to Sunday and congratulated Shirker Ninesing on his marathon return albeit a PW after 5 months of injury with ‘no long distance legs’. Someone who did have long distance legs though, was Nasty Nips setting a stomping marathon PB of 3.35! Joining them, as she’d also set a half marathon PB at the same course as NN, was a war paint daubed Half Moon, who can always be relied on for a great quote after announcing on trail, “Oh God, it’s in so deep!” Rewinding another day to Saturday, and the annual CRAFT H3 12 pubs, the geographically confused were called after Keeps It Up, Wildbush and even Angel all went to the Lord Nelson instead of the Battle of Trafalgar at the start! But KIU was also charged with misleading the pack, calling on the wrong way tonight. Joining them would be Hot Fuzz for numerical confusion, numbering 6 on a FH5! And finally, our most experienced hasher present this evening could do with going back to hash school after forgetting his torch, forgetting his shoes (having to battle the mud in brogues), and, your RA found out later, forgetting to pick up Pompette en route! On On Don was a worthy Numpty and apparently his first time, but he did well drinking his own beer through the famous nostrils, as Beat the Barman came up to dispose of the balance for getting the wa*kers pack home. Another great hash indeed, raising the question of Hash Gomi’s reluctance to hand over his subs! - On On, Bouncer