St David's Day (Dydd Gwyl Dewi), outstanding territory, the two best Welsh hares on the planet, what more could you ask for ?. Don't answer that.
We had a welcome back for Irene, a welcome for newbie Ian and news from Pancsi of the birth of one Master Leighton, son of Godiva, on the previous Tuesday at 11.30pm right on time. Pancsi's suggestion that she ease her post natal depression with a spot of hashing had not gone down well.
The Ref had made nice little red dragon cards and placed them near some of the falsies to be swapped later for a prize as an incentive and Treefeller had brought along a load of daffs for those that had forgotten their own.
On out to the west initially and an easy check at the head of the main path down to Droke, and then continuing west to the power lines. Mussolini, who unusually had arrived on time, was doing well at the front as we took in a small northerly loop before returning to the westward progression, Dr Blood having found a dragon.
The next check had Splasher well down a long falsie towards Chiseldown and when the true trail turned out to be a parallel path he made a crude shortcut right under a JMs nose.
A difficult check at the bottom was eventually solved by taking a deertrack east up the steep slope which reduced the pack to walking pace. After a regroup we headed back down to Wallerdean Hill where the check totally fooled Mr Pastry and Old Faithful who headed west while the rest of us headed east towards Potcomb.
Here Torchy bravely checked out the steep falsie under the power line (no doubt in hope of a dragon) to no avail while there was a small discussion about how the sound of Soapbox calling resembled a rutting stag and whether he was trying to attract .... No! Don,t go there.
Thence over to Astead Down where Mussolini got it into his head that we were on the way to Droke
so off he went in that direction, as we were heading in the opposite direction we didn't see him again.
Prize swapping didn't take long, all the dragons had been found, and then nominations for Mussolini (obviously) and Splasher (SCB) and Old Faithful for having said that he had brought his very own dragon along. The Hash-It was given to Mr Pastry for starting out so fit and scampery but then fading so badly. Last stop was at The George in Eartham.