| Run | Date | Hare(s) | Description | MapRef | 1:50000 | 1:25000 | 1:10000 | Aerial |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 669 | 2009-09-27 | Godiva & Mussolini | Fairmile Bottom LayBy | SU984092 | | | |
Pancsi had planned to lay this hash at Miland, but that was before he put his back out while taking it easy on a holiday in Portugal which delayed his return.
Gallantly, Mussolini volunteered to assist Godiva at short notice, but with the original trail locked in the immense Pancsi brain they decided to use a familiar area.
Treefeller did a stirling job ringing round hashers that wouldn't have seen Spiderman's last minute e-mail or the web site, still there was a nagging worry that a small number of expectant folk might be gathering at the Miland cross roads even as we started to mass in the Bottom.
Old Faithful stood in for the JMs who were absent (so we couldn't try on our 666 Ts) and he brought news of the Ref's hernia op and of Sarah who has broken here arm while not riding a bicycle.
It seems that we are dropping like flies at the slightest difficulty, ee when I were a lad folk used to break a leg and still keep going, folk today don't know the are born.
While on the subject of injuries, full marks go to Hash Angel who turned up with a missing front tooth, I think she said it got bashed out in a fall.
Without any surprise we started off by going up, its just a matter of how far along
the Bottom one goes before heading up (keep your thoughts to yourself!) and so up we
went with Flash, Canman and OF at the front via the path directly above the chariots.
At this point on the top you quickly arrive at an N way check (where N is a big number)
and you spend a long time checking it out.
This we dutifully did, with Flash, Simon and then Panda being the lucky ones to find
the trail north along the ridge.
There followed a long slog north to a check where the old timers soon sniffed out the
trail that cut east to intersect the parallel north/south trail where our northerly
progression continued.
A small group including yours truly, Splasher, Canman and Godiva managed to get left
behind here but we were not bothered because we were with a Hare.... but then, when we
ran out of flour she said she could not remember the way !. Eventually of course after
some mad dashing about we caught up with Mussolini and our problems were over.
By now we had about faced and were heading south, imagine a route like a wide paper clip
aligned north south. In the latter stages Flash had one of those occasional spells that
all hashers have where they chose the right trail at one check after another, and so he
arrived back at the start of the paper clip before the rest.
None were fooled by the way that the N way check had been re laid, we headed straight for
the chariots and soon arrived at the On In after one hour and nineteen minutes exertion on
a fresh, sunny, warm, invigorating early autumn morning.
Up the slope, away from the roadside roar, OF thanked the hares and we heard nominations
for Pancsi for being a wimp and Mussolini for volunteering, with Pru being awarded the
Hash-it apparently for not noticing that the last check was the same place as the first
(i.e. For being totally lost). Shock horror though, Flash then admitted that he had
forgotten his flash and so was impotent as a Hash Flash.... someone Treefeller? did the honours.
Then on to the Spur as usual.
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