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#2488 Swiss Cottage, Shoreham-by-Sea – Wow! Its 27 years and an incredible 1700 hashes since we last visited this pub, a Greene King establishment with just the IPA on hand-pull, and even this was 3rd choice for the hares. With Nasty Nips injured, RA, and by default therefore also scribing duties, should have fallen to Fukarwe as you’ve suffered my ramblings the last couple of weeks, but an urgent flight to Prague turned him into a hash and dash. A few words of wisdom from hare Angel and on on was called over the road to a check at Salt Marsh, even as Little Swinger screeched into the pub. A river check took us left towards Ropetackle, then over Norfolk Bridge and across the rec to pick up the path past the airport, after a number of rogue arrows threw the FRB’s. Inevitably a fishhook broke up this long stretch before we crossed the Toll bridge and headed up to the heron for another, followed by a photo op. Trail continued under the flyover to a check at the horse field where, doing my utmost to distance myself from the better half’s trail, I deliberately went the wrong way back down the old railway only to find dust! The FH the other side of the heron was missed, being confused with the previous one, then we had a quick lap of the churchyard and on up the Street. Trail was found round the next horse field to Mill Hill before we wriggled down to chez our house for a popular popcorn and cider sip, the only wa*kers to make it being Malibog and Red Sausage. A straightforward on inn found the wa*kers all tucking in to the grub deal, but some confusion meant a long delay for the rest of us as staff thought we would let them know we were back, while we thought they’d said food at 8.30. Result was Mudlark calling circle before everyone had gone (although Gromit and Rocks On were sidling towards the door) while we noshed to award Angel and bag carrier Pussy Galore. Next up was a Hello Goodbye with returnee Red Sausage joining the departing Caught Short caught up in high level duties for the next few months, which was a muddled combined effort after Mudlark forgot the suggested charge and involved YT! A number of offerings were made for the Numpty mug starting with Ride-It, Baby for last week’s lollipop induced injury for which Cunning Stunts had provided an evidence bag. Okay, that was my bad, but it was because RiB had failed to respond to the question of which colour she wanted that said lollipop found itself winging its way to CS’s noggin. Malibog had earlier walked the greater part of the on inn, but managed to head off up a cul-de-sac while later following trail to the pub, despite assuring RS that he was an expert on Shoreham. And finally RiB had been spotted locking her bike at the Amsterdam by RO & Gromit as they drove in. The very questioning of that story (what were they doing there?) led her to contrive some tale about bumping into them at the bar while ordering food, later admitted to being a pack of blatant lies. RA’s never let the truth etc. charge ended up with RiB receiving the Numpty lollipop and RO the Numpty mug, either for lying or snitching, but at any rate to affirm her recent name change on OCH3 and W&NK H3’s to Calamity Jane. At Mudlarks suggestion they were entreated to ‘Suck, Swallow’, RiB still sucking 20 minutes later as we left the pub, while CJ showed zero prowess for drinking through nostrils and, rather than swallowing, left most of the contents on her top or the pub carpet. Admin was wrapped up with Mudlark announcing next week’s fancy dress Trafalgar hash from the [HMS Berwick at..] the Cricketers, while YT completely forgot to announce Fridays CRAFT hash in Shoreham, doh! Another great hash was concluded with the survivors admiring Little Swingers light up crocs, IYKYK! Bouncer