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Overcast, grey, a light breeze, bronze leaves fluttering, Big Ben on the radio, somewhere in the distance
the long hoot of a horn to mark the start of two minutes of remembrance and a circle of hashers unusualy
silent amonst the trees.
Then a short litany of lies from the hares and we were off on trail heading west into Braxby Copse and
soon sloshing about in mud that threatened to rival that of France ninety years before.
Pancsi lead the way as we headed north via some simple checks until we ground to a halt somewhere near
Bushy Field where there was talk of sabotage and a bit of pointing from the hares.
Keeping to the western edge of the woods a long haul took us right up to the Monarch's Way and a five way
check right on the edge of the deep valley adjacent to The Knell.
Only Hairbrush was brave enough to take the downhill trail but when he didn't return we all followed and
found a check at the bottom.
Four ways to go from here, and this time Sinbad found found the way out towards New Down and then The Gnu
rumbled the uphill return to the same old check back at the top of the ridge.
A bit of a sprint east on Monarch's way followed by a turn to the south and through Wepham wood and then
further east through a patch of brush and we found ourselves out on the path through Lower Oldfield Copse.
It was just here, that we realised that we had not seen Hairbrush for a while, in fact not for quite a while.
Now some of us have memories long enough to recall that Old Faithfull nearly died after being lost for several
weeks when we hashed these same woods before.
Then The Gnu started talking about a hiker skeleton having been found along the SDW.
Soon there was panic!.
The Gnu, Spasher and Pancsi volunteered to form a rescue party and after cursing the lack of available
mobile phones were about to set off when lo, out from the undergrowth and on to the path steps Hairbrush,
not dead, not a skeleton.
It seemed strange that Splasher and Pancsi would want want to go back and look for Hairbrush until I
discovered that he had the keys to their chariot.
All back in a pack we manged to find our way round a clockwise loop over to the Stud Farm, down through
The Beeches, along the edge of Hammerpot Copse and the On-In one hour and thirtyseven minutes after setting
forth. Mussolini was there to greet us, having been delayed by what he described as "doing a bit of business".
After a round of applause to the Hares for a well thought out trail we heard about some transgression by
Spiderman and oh horror! that Flamingo had not carried the Hash-It but then it was awarded to Hairbrush for
Then a charge out of the carpark, during which there was a bit of chariot contact, and over to the pub
in Hammerpot (Woodman?) for a bit of apres-hash.