Run No 821

The Eden Project, Knebworth

Monday, 4th June 2007

Hares: Count Roadkill & Lady Pee

HASHERS: 30  RETURNEES: 3  APRES: 7  MUTTS: 0

It was a strange evening. Not hashy really what with no pub, and traces of the H5 WI kept emerging. Great to see blasts from the past in the form of SCOOBEDOBEDOBEDO, who hashed in diving boots, and those terrible twins HINGE and BRACKET, complete with their RISING BUTT. The extensive gardens of Bear 'All were full to overflowing thanks to the promise of food and a short run.

But there was a mynewt frog called Simon and shouts of "Gedoff my strawbs". Stalled tennis matches - as the players wondered what these 33 odd-balls had in common and just what they might be doing: we were a motley crew with the full range of ages (as many teenagers as over 50s) and for all I know genders. And laces that became suddenly untied . Strangest of all there was IT'S SMEGMERELDA FRBing. Then a check outside a crematorium, just in case. And SCREAMER said it sounded as though he had a big bag .... we all wondered just how you did that and who he was.

The trip wasn't as short as promised but the sunset lovely from the tops of the Hertfordshire hills. It needed far more numbered checks, far better falsies, than your hares could contrive to keep SCOOPER and PONGO on the same page of the map but we did all arrive back around the hour mark.

The circle seemed longer - called by the kitchen staff it started before the dray was assembled (that was weird - priorities hash, priorities) and involved some futile attempts to keep each other entertained. It then went through the usual rituals a few times - there were too many officials present: the GM, 2 HMs, the RA, his assistant, they all had a

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Count Roadkill & Lady Pee