Confusion reigned.  A few cars had made it into the car park.  One hasher popped inside to use the loo “I hope you don’t mind me using the loo now.  I’ll be back later with the rest of the running group”  “What running group?” came the reply.  Twitcher was there to tell us that it was a live trail.  He had popped by to say hello but couldn’t’ join us.  Other commitments.  What could be more important than hashing? 

The trail took us out through the allotments, round so many fields and down footpaths, many of which we have never been along before.  How do these hares manage to find virgin territory? 

The On Inn was so obvious that the majority of the pack missed it completely and went to the wrong end of the village.  But the smell of mulled wine and stollen soon drew them back to the car park outside the Co-op.

Thanks to the hares for such a lovely spread.  Back in the pub we completely took over, which is great as the landlord is not the most friendly chap! It was Ian’s third run so, as he works in Estate Management, and Ringer had been told off for not being rude enough recently, he became Porcelain Percy! You work it out!

The Green Shorts went to Hotlips and Noddy for squeezing into the Ladies Loo together.  So they kindly modelled them – one leg each!

The paddle went to the hares for not booking the pub.  The landlord wouldn’t have done chips for us anyway!

Hares:  Pressganger and Eric
Hounds: Big Stiffy, Hotlips, FBJ, Ringer, Dingaling, Zorro, Piscine Down, Mismatch, Gatecrasher, Lemony Snicket, Buzz, Hoodie, Village Idiot, Noddy, Tom, Katie and Ian.  We were joined in the pub by Wimpey and Arty Farty
Date: 26 December 2014
Distance: 5.5 miles