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#2448 Juggs, Kingston – HHHi all. Welcome to the second re-hash of 2026. And what a departure weather wise from last week, as biblical rain from Storm Goretti had set a major challenge for the hares, as Balinor warned us outside the pub in his silly hat. On called as Who Killed Kenny swerved to a halt on her bike in the garden, pack would see a 3-way split tonight, with the wa*kers dividing into myself and Wildbush, successfully SCB’ing main trail to maintain contact with the pack throughout, and those who didn’t fancy the hill. Heading along the Street, a check would take us through the Twitten and along Church Lane for the first FH, before a sharp SW on Kingston Ridge, climbing steeply to the top via the r/h path for main pack, and l/h for YT. Breathlessly ascending we were greeted by a squall on the crest, very much against the forecast rain at 11pm, but perfectly timed to join the pack again, until the next left where we again split as they continued on the SDW, while we took the track down to the top of Swanborough Lane soon being joined by the pack once more. Knowing we were about to leave them at the bottom, I spotted a likely footpath only to be stopped by the hare, saying, “That’s my garden!” Apparently others have made the same mistake and Balinor often has to divert them, but was generous in his praise on the class of walker around here, while lamenting the lack of sip due to the pub’s demands. As we corrected our return, the main pack had a dodgy crossing on the C7 Newhaven Road, looping round the fishing lakes, then on inn via the Cockshut, arriving before we’d even closed the deal at the bar.

Beat the Barman’s troupe of flat wa*kers were ensconced in a back room soon joined by the full squad, and the usual merriment continued as the generous (but pricy) plates of comestibles were distributed. Circling up, the remaining hare, Balinor (Dyke Diver having bailed out due to an early a.m. start), was congratulated on an excellent trail in tricky circumstances, as well as his bravado in setting hash from their new local! Unfinished Xmas hash business was also concluded as he received the best sip award for 2025, downing to the hares song, although not from the trophy. Keeps It Up had passed us several times this evening, merrily informing us at each opportunity that Nasty Nips and Little Swinger had missed yet another Fishhook, later information arriving that Private Dancer and his Oral Hooker (as her shirt would have us believe) had done much the same, so up they came to answer the question of why they were born so beautiful? Mudlark seemed to have some issue with having to keep overtaking us, eventually asking if I came here often, which I’d normally expect from Hot Fuzz, but he’d also got frustrated by WKK (who incidentally doesn’t come here often!) when she sent Teddy across the C7 seconds after he’d yelled “Car!”. Apart from animal abuse, she’d also declined a Fishhook (reported as a check in circle – apologies but NLTTGITW!) as she doesn’t do hills, and yet there’s no way of avoiding them round here! With a bit of spare beer, these two were joined by our best caller of the night, Ride-It, Baby, who’d loudly announced the oncoming pack to us on several occasions, downing to the obvious Grand Old Duck. And finally, as he’s not long for this hemisphere, KIU thoroughly warranted the Numpty mug. Apart from his years of hashing, his experience consists of at least 4-5 hashes a week, and yet he failed to observe a fundamental guideline (there are no rules, I don’t need to remind you) that you never check down. Having misread the packs direction, as well as WB’s torch, he took this to an extreme before realising his error and trudging up the hill, only for the FH’ers to miss him as he was now so far adrift! Bad, bad, bad, no, no, no, down, down, down concluded another great hash! - Bouncer