The weather was cloudy, relatively mild (still cold tho), the pack small to medium, no newbies. A prehash chat about a regroup at the end before an "optional" hard part. Are we getting soft ?. From the start, due east directly into the spoil heaps from the old mine where 2 or 3 checks led us in a swift double zigzag. Given the extreme gradients here it was difficult to remain upright, even our hare-ess was sporting a case of white bum due to the method that she was using to descend the slopes, as Graham remarked to me "you should see the way that she goes down". From here a quick little loop took us over the rail tunnel and down into Buriton right by the church. The check here on the bank of the pond was a good one with several falsies, one of which looked very plausible as it headed back up the hill, Pete checked this out (more of this later). The on-on was eventualy discovered heading East and flat, out toward Cockshot wood. There was a check at the end of the long field, but only Peter Maisey made any attempt to check the trail that led up hill from here, the rest of the pack already being to nack.... tired made a left turn here following Jake and were on the trail. A long gallop then North with a check just by the gates of Buriton House. A falsie here parallel to the road took most of the pack some time to sort out. Meanwhile the back markers were given some assistance by the hare and directed straight down the road and into Buriton (again). By the time they were caught they were busily checking in the field next to the plant nursery and muttering something about the sum of the ages of the first four equaling the sum of the ages of the rest of the pack. Is'nt that Pyragorasses theorem or something ?. From here the trail went West and into the houses at the very North of Buriton. I think we all got lost here and eventualy found ourselves right outside the Master Robert. The hare gave directions away from the beer an on to Hangers way, South and back to Buriton Church (again) to find the other hare (the hare-ess) sitting on the bench by the pond. This is where Pete said "I bet she's been relaying sawdust, I bet that falsie I checked that looked so good is where we are headed" and off he went, on a mission, and lots followed. You can guess the rest, of course the trail was still false, and as we all ran back he said "you wont mention this will you ?, I will by you a beer". So I said I wouldn't mention it, but then he didn't buy me a beer either. The trail was eventualy found out across the playing field and up the road under the railway towards the chariots. In the woods just off to the right here is where we found the regroup that marked the start of the aforementioned sting in the tail. It was here that Simon commited a most serious misdemeanor. Having sat down on a stump, and having been ordered by a Master to "get up" he replied in a most unfriendly manner. Those that braved the climb from the regroup were rewarded with a gruelling up hill slog that took us to the top of the hill pretty much due North of the chariots. A check near the top managed to keep the pack together before the on-in was found along the edge of the wood and down. Apres Hash was at the Master Robert where the masters made several comments about not being interrupted during the formalities, saying that they were not in the mood to accept any "lip" from the rest of us. The Hashit went of course to Simon.
ON-ON Jan H