[Previous report][Next report] Run No. 681 on Sunday, 7 March 2004 The Women's Day Run

The Horn arrived first upon the scene, in eager anticipation of this much heralded event; keen. But-  no hares, no bus, no chariots, nor hounds to be found. Mmmmm, pondered the Horn.

Whereupon, sensing the presence of a Horny Hound, our Harriet Hares emerged from the shiggy, radiant and glowing in the searing sun. The toil of laying shone like diamonds on their brows and the tips of their noses and the scent of a well laid Hash filled the air. The Horn was, as always, raring to go but seemed to be alone. Something was missing. The Hounds.

A rapid flurry of activity ensued as the Harriet’s, cognisant of the commonly held believe that a Harriet’s map making skills are more in the artistic than the scientific domain, franticly searched for their mobiles. Of course, the Horn had sowed these seeds of insecurity in order to add to the day’s excitement and as an experiment in female behavioural psychology. The Harriet’s did not disappoint, the experiment was a great success, as each Harriet contacted a different gentleman Hound and each gave completely different instructions on how to get to the start. The Horn noted the success of the experiment and also the wisdom of the manly Hounds for recognising the generally confused state of their counterparts and totally ignoring both the conversations and the map. The Hash bus and chariots duly arrived.

The circle assembled and their was a brief but sickly exchange of flora and body fluids (yes !). After twenty minutes of chaos and deliberation, during which our Harriet’s honed their assertiveness skills, the circle finally came to order. The Tickler remained remarkably silent as the circle came to form, perhaps revealing a gentler more ‘touchy feely’ feminine sensitivity, which is rarely seen. At one point, during the handing over of the roses, a tear seemed to form for a brief moment in the corner of his eye. Touching. Tickler we love you !!!

Despite the loss of Runny Yoke, the pack made it to the waterstop ready for the second leg. The Tea Pot leading from the front as always, Horn resounding.

……and as the moon rose in the sky the hills where still reverberating, to the sound of sweet music. Anon and On. OK, it went on a damn site longer than the “40 minutes” but…..

And finally, in praise of woman, for they our Mothers and we love them dearly, thanks Nutsucker, African Queen, Running Yoke and Superslag for a great day.