Report: Run 1556
The Loneliness of the Long Distance Hasher
By One Eyed Jack
21 November 2012
|Waxwork of Dram on display at the start|
Got to the start of the run and found out I was the only hasher present. Dram told me to go down a path and I would find trail and gave me two sticks of damp chalk! It was now drizzling quite heavily and the start was shrouded in low misty clouds. Anyway I did go down the hill and found some essence of chalk in the form of a slimy streak. Being such a kind and helpful front runner I proceeded to re-mark the trail for any latecomers. The trail went down the road, across into the barbecue area and then east and down the path. After a short distance, I noticed an arrow to the left and trail was found disappearing up a drainage ditch, only to find a check-back. Strange how the most visible marking thus far ended up at a CB!! Back to the trail and on down. At this point, a ghost appeared out of the gloom, it was making some strange sounds: “Eeagh, Eeagh, Eeagh.”
On down the trail to the bottom, followed by the ghost, then on right along the path upstream. Lo and behold another two apparitions joined my group. One with a limp and the other mumbling about the rain; possibly he had some connection with religion. Anyway, onwards and upwards to a check.
The obvious route led up the steps back to the start, up and up the trail went to an eventual on-on, a couple more checks and down onto the road, where again the obvious route was right. Two of the disembodied ghosts went left.
First back, and finally another ghost in the shape of a Michelin man appeared and ran towards the bucket.
Next week’s run: Stingray