| Run | Date | Hare(s) | Description | MapRef | 1:50000 | 1:25000 | 1:10000 | Aerial |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 651 | 2009-01-18 | Torchy & Hugh Pead | Creech Wood Denmead | SU647113 | | | |
A relatively large pack gathered on a bright morning after a week of heavy rain that promised soggy going. With just one minute to spare our new JM's chariot arrived and the occupants hurriedly donned their kit in order to start the procedings.
There was a welcome for newbies Suzanne and Alli and a welcome back for Mr pastry before the hares warned us not to cross the road and to take care on account of the dustiness of the trail.
So we headed out west into these flat woods that have no real landmarks or slopes by which to get a bearing.
To be honest the first few checks were just bloody annoying with the true trail set parallel to a false trail and only a few feet from it but hidden in the tree line.
After one or two of these the more intelligent hashers like Pancsi and Sinbad started to look for them and were rewarded each time until they started to doubt that the hares could possibly do the same thing again.....or could they ?.
I have no idea where we went exactly, but we soon found ourselves suckered into going through a series of three checks that took us down to a water crossing and all the fun and games that ensue when a pack is mixed with H two O.
Mysteriously the trail deadended just the other side of the water.... until we realized that we had to go back two checks to where a bit of re-flouring had occured.
Somewhere in the confusion we had parted company with Soapbox, but no one had noticed except Soapbox of course who was all alone in the deep dark woods.
Next we were treated to quite a long straight hack that ended in a re-group back at a crosspath
that we had already visited much earlier and to his delight found Soapbox there also.
Predictably, given the earlier warnings, we found that the trail now crossed the road into more
unfathomable woodland, although now this half of the game turned out to be more straightforward
without any sneaky tricks.
So much so that the pack, with more time to express themselves got up to some traditional activities
like making sure that Splasher got his feet wet as many times as possible.
Soon (well after one hour and twentyfour minutes actualy) we found the On-In and recrossed the road
to the chariot park.
After thanks to the hares for a testing hash there was a multitude of nominations, to many to mention
all here, even if I could remember them, the JMs for being late, Soapbox for being lost and found,
however the Hash-It was awarded to Canman for a dispicable act at the Hangover Hash.
Apparently he was guilty of revealing a Scottish state secret by wearing his kilt without due care and
attention, apparently a rather large Scottish state secret at that.
Then a short drive to the pub by the roundabout where the service was good and the food looked great.
Bambi.
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