Here is Queenfisher's account of the weekend

Friday 5th August
Kingfisher & I arrived at The Stag in Old Hastings around 7pm to find a crowd of Hastings and Essex hashers already gathered. Given that some, like Playaway, had been drinking since the afternoon, it was remarkable there were any still sober! After enough time had elapsed we all set off on an Old Hastings pub-crawl, dropping off bodies as the night wore on. I have it on good authority that Dirty Harry had to help Playaway home at the end (makes a change to have a minor interfering with a senior citizen….)!

Saturday 6th August
Amazingly both Kingfisher and Playaway were able to lay the main trail on Saturday morning, although Playaway looked really rough. The good hashers from Hastings ferried those from Essex to the run site - many thanks to Dancing Queen,Fair Butt,Dogsbody & Galloping Gourmet for assisting!
We grouped in or around The 1066 Pub and, as we moved to the start of the trail, we managed to lose Windsock [lost before the trail starts?]! The start was alongside Battle Abbey and, whilst Kingfisher struggled to explain the trail markings, Playaway, managed to produce the original arrow that slayed King Harold.Basher was then given the honour of running with this on the trail, and we were given the pain of having to listen to some dire puns as a result….
The trail led into a field which ran besides the original battle field, and so enabled Kingfisherto give us a short history lesson at a Regroup Check. Then we were off again, still heading south, until we reached a busy lane, more importantly the beer stop, and a relieved Playaway.
At this point the stragglers split from the FRBs and runners. Those of us on the longer route followed the trail into a field of sheep, only to notice that one was stuck on his back with its feet in the air. Galloping Gourmet lived up to his name and raced across to his target (knife and fork in hand), and managed to turn it over! [Had Old Fart been there then no such foreplay would have delayed him!] The trail continued through a farm before returning to the same busy lane where Playaway had set up a second beer stop.
From there the trail led into woods and, by the devious use of falsies and check-backs, the hares kept the combined pack together as we broke out into fields leading back to Battle. Eventually all short-cuts and long trails led to a picnic table where the hares had the beer ready for the Hash Circle. Having mislaid their RA, Essex nominated A Pile Of Sh*t to recognise almost everyone, assisted by Kingfisher as H4's RA.
Later that evening we went to The Stag but found it bereft of hashers, apart from Windsock who was propping up the bar. Apparently he was missing his sweetheart Tops terribly, and forced to drown his sorrows. We returned to The Stag after eating but it was now deserted.

Sunday 7th August
Bushsquatter &Cliffbanger magnanimously laid the trail athough a previous commitment precluded them from actually running it! The trail started from The Stag, weaving its way through the narrow streets before reaching the seafront by the net huts. The trail then led, predictably, uphill and we followed it to the top of East Hill. The trail then snaked across towards West Hill, but thankfully never quite made it, and eventually led back to The Stag.
The Hash Circle was in the Beer Garden, with the RAs doing their bit, and all enjoying the fine weather but not their hangovers…
Thanks to the Hares, to those who helped make this event work, to Playaway for (nearly) organising the event, and especially to those from Essex that travelled down and were such good company!