A healthy turnout of about 20 hashers gathered at the Christmas Hash crime scene in search of clues as to what happened on that night. Some appeared not to have learned their lesson, notably Sticky Shaft who downed a pint of Amber. Crystal Tips represented Derbyshire.
A confusing start set the tone as we eventually headed in the anticipated direction of Rivelin Valley, although that was destined to remain tantalizingly out of reach for some considerable time. Firstly we had to unfathom a falsie extravaganza that had us spread about in little knots of hashers with shouts of “On On” echoing round the valley from all directions. Clearly a run that had been set in daylight, as admitted later by Skidmarks. The pack eventually disappeared towards Bell Hagg leaving your scribe heading to Malin Bridge.
Order was restored on Hallam Edge before we plunged downhill to Rivelin. Shunter was given signal priority but such was his acceleration that he came off his bogies. The trail then led across a long lost dam and down to the top edge of the riverbank before turning back up to where Captain Colon had led a large pack of SCB’s. At least they waited for us.
Naturally, on seeing a sign saying “Footpath Closed”, we ran past it to emerge at the bottom of a long uphill towards Bole Hills, at which point mutineers broke off to make a beeline for the pub. If they thought they were going to snaffle all of Batman’s birthday cake they were wrong. There was enough for those who persevered and found the correct trail through the allotments and it was delicious. But who was this absent hasher modelling his Christmas gansey and propping up the bar in company of the hare? Step forward Captain Morgan.
On on,
Smittie
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