166th Hash,aka The Bluebell Run, was on May 7th

The pack assembled in front of the War-bil-in-tun Inn, Warbleton,on what promised to be a beautiful Spring day.
Everyone was amazed to see that Playaway had arrived early. Is this a first in the annals of H4 history!??

It was the usual pre-run activities, such as the Hares worrying about details, Jobsworth applying layers of emollient, Sexist ironing his creases, and Hash Cash strong-arming the pack for H4's just dues. Everyone happily paid up apart from Bullshit who, having managed to avoid Hash Cash on previous hashes, had no intention of making this run an exception!

The run cleverly lead the runners around the churchyard while the walkers went straight through, although the runners quickly shot down the first field. The rain had washed many of the original markings but Kingfisher's fresh markings were so visible that Lotus and Bullshit avoided a nice loop. This meant that the runners had to wait a long time at Vines Cross for the walkers.
Luckily Playaway was there in his car, so we could all berate him for haring on four wheels! A few checks later, the walkers went on a shortcut whilst the runners took the long route over picturesque fields and glimpses of bluebell woods.

Just before the beerstop the trails converged again amongst a field of frisky, curious cows!

At the beerstop every one enjoyed the chance to have a break, enjoy the drinks and enjoy the view under a warm sun. Perhaps the "foreign" climate made Dirty Harry's blood boil because, separated from the pack, he seemed to be deep in conversation with Lotus… Is this perhaps romance in the fast lane?

As Playaway gathered up the empties from the Beer Stop into his Hare Care, the second half of the run started with the runners and walkers splitting up again. The runners entered a heavily wooded area that was full of shaggy, before arriving at a check with 4 possibilities. The real trail led across wooden bridges and over rickety stiles, before joining the walkers trail once more. Then we were thrilled to witness bluebells carpeting the woods in delicate shades of blue. As we neared the end of the trail, we met up with the walkers just before the churchyard.

In the ensuing Hash Circle, everyone declared that the run was enjoyable, scenic and kept the runners and walkers together. After down downs for the hares and some miscreant hashers we went into the pub for liquid and solid refreshment. PS Thank you Jobsworth for paying Bullshit's dues (minus 30p)