Once upon a time in Creech Woods mighty men wealded even mightier swords for the honour of their ladies. This was the backdrop to our hash, a carpark full of flowing robes, damsels in distress and realistic looking broadswords. We underdressed hashers numbered only a few at the alotted hour so we waited for ten minutes for the cohorts of those who consider Denmead to be on the edge of our hashing universe to arrive.
There was pre-hash natter about twinning with Stckholm HHH, a welcome for a virgin (Mary Brown) and something about short falsies with prize cards nearby which in the main turned out to be true lies.
The Hash It (which should have been carried by yours truly) was reallocated to "Robin the Younger" as penance for missing the on-in huddle on his last hash, then we were off into the netherworld that is Creech Woods on a more or less clockwise circuit.
The first quarter of the route was very "tight" with falsies from several checks intermingling and causing confusion. After that the pack settled into the usual halting rhythm, gradualy getting used to ducking under the low branches and stumbling over the knobbly tree roots that were everywhere.
There were three impromptu regroups and a long loop with back-check near the end of the route that kept us all together. Consequently, exactly 1 hour and 9 seconds after starting out, by God's grace we all found ourselves safely back at the chariots.
Torchy revealed the mystery of the cards by awarding a prize to the lucky holders of cards numbered one, two and three (thanks Torchy for providing those prizes!). The Ref then got out his notebook, which is necessary because his memory is not what it used to be, and ruminated over a few minor misdemeanors such as Spiderman overrunning falsies etc, eventualy awarding the seat with the hole in it to Torchy for getting so close to the magic "One Hour Hash", well done those Hares!.
We then sought liquid refreshment in the nearby public house, The Harvest Home, and left the woods to the Knights,Squires,Ladies and Damsels.