The 185th Hash was on Sunday May 13th

Frontloader and Well Rammed were The Hares.

So there were these soiled underpants, complete with skid marks, in the centre of the trail. Were they some new kind of trail marking or were the hares in a huge hurry to finish the trail?

The Hares had provided a fine viewpoint of the marshes along the old railway track at the site of the old viaduct. (Soon to be bypass). It was almost worth the scratches and stings that had to be endured in order to get there. In the next field were some frisky bullocks were eyeing up Front Loader. One said to the others "Let's run over and ravish that hasher". An old bull replied, "No, let's walk over and ravish the lot!"
Youth and enthusiasm prevailed and poor Front Loader was accosted. Somehow she managed to bluster her way out of the situation with her honour intact.

The Beer Stop was in Crowhurst and against all odds the runners were dry and haughty enough to play catch with a found tennis ball. Little did they know that they were 4.5 miles into an 8 mile run.

A dot of sawdust had got smeared and looked like a bar so the whole troop of runners set off for home on the wrong trail. A mile from home the rain really started so tired legs gathered speed for a final dash.

Down-downs of a sort were held in the kitchen where Front Loader recounted her harrowing near miss, but denied that they were her underpants.

There was some great food and wonderful hospitality. So much so there was a unanimous vote to make Hastings Road the start and end of all runs in future, so in other words "Hash House".