Of to the wilds of Buriton for the first trail laid by Mr. & Mrs. Flash. A gaggle of simple minded creatures crowded around the duck pond and there were some ducks there as well.
A good size pack gathered to hear the JM deliver his epistle with The Panda reminding everybody that we were overtime. So the JMs set us off on our way to annoy the residents of Buriton.
A few false starts and we began to toil upwards. At about the third check The Eskimo mentioned to me that one of our visitors had got lost so I returned and found her. After a brief discussion she elected to join Rasta and Veronica to head back to the chariots and I set off to find the pack.
The next few checks needed to be deleted from this little hash note as I was not there.
The Panda had directed me up a hill and then I was into a wood that led me .....nowhere.
This is bit like parents sending their kids out for some sweets and then when the kids get back the parents have moved!
However I felt it would be no problem as I would listen for hash cries of On On.
Listen as I might, not a word was heard. The pack were as silent as a Conservative hopeful crowing about a by election result. So more by luck then judgement I found the pack and we were off again down the hill stopping only to allow the Hungarian contingent to consume as many blackberries as they could.
We came to a check and we knew where we were as we had run this check in September 1989 (or was is 1990?). Bambi and Mr. Bean strode up the hill with alacrity (no alacrity is not a hash nickname) following newcomer Briony. (Those boys will follow a woman anywhere).
The pack reluctantly followed and confused your humble scribe (not that this is very difficult) by all adopting different trails to the next check.
We all took a trail but it was the newcomer who found the true with the pack running along behind taking in the air in a leisurely fashion.
We passed a couple of blackberriers whose dog wanted to join in and then a quick regroup before setting off for the last check and the inevitable On In.
We returned to the duck pond in 1 hour 20 minutes with The Panda claiming that we started late and in any case if the pack were not so lazy they would have been finished on time.
The JMs discussed the nominations (The Ref has still not been nominated for those red shoes) but finally another newcomer ‘Cheshire’ took said prize. This was to ensure that he turned up again.
So the deed done we all scurried off to the Master Robert pub, because this was where the hares had told us to go. However The Doc, The Chamois and newcomer Cheshire went to the Five Bells as it was closer. Sirry irriots as a certain Mr. Benny Hill would say. (Showing my age)
So a great hash, well laid. We also had to say goodbye to Veronica who was off to Wogga Wogga.
No, that is not a joke its a real place is Australia. (No, Australia is a real place at the bottom of the world). Look I know hashers are bright but even they know the world is not flat (not on our hashes). So good luck and best wishes to Veronica