Thanks to global warming the odds of good weather for hashing has improved, and on this Sunday we hit the jackpot for mid April, cloudless sky and warm. One would have thought that such a springy spring day would have brought out eager hashers in droves, however this did not prove to be the case. There was a reasonable gathering in the chariot park above Buriton but a sizable number turned out to be what you could classify as walking wounded. The Humble Scribe with the Achillies tenders, Spiderman waiting to have his hip resurfaced, Mussolini getting gyp from his back, Spiderwoman wanting to stay with Spiderman, Restalot with a headache, Chamois ..... etc. As they say in industry, the bottom line was that only six hashers and two hares set out on what was to be one of the most interesting and best laid hashes of all time.
First off it was down into the old quarry for a bit of mountaineering which ended in a check right in the middle of the bowl. If there had been a critical mass of trail seekers present then the way out would have been discovered in a reasonable time however, thing being as they were, it took ages and a lot of effort from the packette to get out, and it was getting hot and sweaty.
We popped out onto the road at the southeast corner of the quarry where we were joined by a late arrival, Beka who only lives four miles away !, his excuse being that he got his weekends mixed up. From here we headed south more or less parallel to the railway track but much higher before descending to a check at track level near the underpass. After an extended period of trainspotting and a bit of a nod and a wink from the hares the packette found its way out south to the next check where a very Sweaty Butterfly chose to check a falsie that lay up an hideously steep escarpment, brave but foolish, and on reaching the dreaded three dots was loath to descend, then realising that the packette was heading her way via a more gentle climb she chose to maintain her potential energy by executing a blatant shortcut.
The rest of the trail was followed without any notable events to report, just plain hard hot work with everyone running out of steam as we passed the lovely blue clear cool water of the swimming pool in the garden at New Barn and realising that we still had a long way to go.
And so after two hours the magnificent seven, with Godiva in the lead, sprinted the last quater mile across the lush meadow to the chariots just in time to stop the emergency services mounting a rescue attempt. Hash-it nominees were; Humble Scribe for some lame excuse as to why the Hash-sheets had no diary printed on the back, Beka for a) being late b) saying he would do extra checks to make ammends and then not, Bambi for telling Panda that she was too thin and should eat more. And the winner was.... Sweaty Butterfly for her brave shortcut.
We then headed down the hill to the pub, where the bar service was so slow that several babies were concieved and born in the queue.