Just a select band turned out, which was just as well because parking in the little turn-in is limited. With perfect weather and no less than three hares in attendance we were told to get on with it.
A short falsie to the east of the road gave Splasher (a hare) the opportunity to try and lead the pack in that direction by charging off along it and calling etc.. He was to repeat this behaviour several times during the hash, every time down a falsie. As a measure of the pack's maturity it can be said that his antics had no effect as all by now know that hares are scoundrels.
It is difficult to describe the route because of a lack of landmarks or any big ups or downs in this lovely green forest. You would need to consult Dr Blood's GPS thingy to know all the twists and turns.
In summary were treated to a series of anticlockwise loops that seemed to keep returning to the big ride that bisects the area. There were some long long falsies one of which had Hash-Flash mumbling and grumbling about sadistic hares. At times Spiderman seemed to be acting as a traffic controller, pointing this way and that but not doing much checking on account of his gammy peg.
So after one hour and three minutes we arrived at the On-In although Panda ran right past without seeing it.
The JMs had a comprehensive list of misdemeanours which included the hares for such long falsies and someone seen sunbathing along the route, but finally awarded the Hash-It to Spiderman for being "in league" with hares ( like being in league with the devil but worse) by directing us to take in so many falsies.
Then just as the sound of the applause of thanks to the hares was fading away Godiva turns up, only an hour late and in time for the beer.... a true hasher.
As Mussolini did not think there were any decent watering holes in the immediate vicinity we made our way back again to the Barley Mow for the usual, where a grand display of AC Cobra replicas had formed in the carpark.