We gathered at The Rec on a grey dry day in the midst of the january monsoon. Spiderman barreled past the entrance in his red japanese chariot, too busy looking for the hash boards to see them. A champing at the bit crowd of hashers milled around to take in the usual lies, and then we were off.
A long falsie out towards West Hanger received the attention of half of the pack, the rest headed towards The Coach and Horses attracted by the smell of beer and found the trail with Pancsi at the front, he being more attracted than most. Next it was west towards the school with the slopes of Telegraph Hill looming. Inevitably the trail headed straight up to a check at the crosstrails on the ridge. The pack was pretty strung out, but it did not matter because we could not find the true trail from here. After the passage of much time, swearing of many oaths, mutterings of many mutters the pack descended to find a back check at the bottom. From here, Pancsi, reveling in his recent reduction in responsibility, lead us on a long stretch due south gently reclimbing the ridge. A regroup just north of Locksash Farm saw us meeting up with the walkers who had been standing around for some time because of the "back check debacle". The cold wind had turned Heather into a royalist, or so it seemed, as she could be heard saying "King bloody wind", "King cold". Uncomplicated falsies here saw us find trail north, and with Hash Flash well ahead we arrived back at the cross trail, where Sinbad had relaid the flour.
No one wanted to check downwards from here, so it was with much relief that the trail was found north east. a long way over to a regroup at Bevis's Thumb. After a short chat and a bit of checking our hashers natural homing instincts took us along the trail on the edge of Gold Mine Plantation. A check just before the short footpath into Compton had us stumped until Spiderman poked his nose uphill once again to reveal a parallel trail about 50ft above that lead us round to the village footpath and the on-in.
At the epilogue there were just two nominations, Pancsi was alleged to have attempted to bribe Old Faithful to not be awarded the honour, however the hash-it was dumped on Frances for claiming that shortness of breath had prevented her from calling on the trail, a lame excuse. We all thanked the hares for a trail in unfamiliar territory before adjourning to The Coach and Horses for libations.