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Est 1983 - ON PRES: Robin Low

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6702009-10-11Spiderman & Wee Ginge

I seem to recall it was a hazy sunny day with a bit of a sharp breeze from the west as we gradually displaced the earlier church goers in the carpark.
Quite a large bunch in comparison with recent turnouts gathered, however we were once again deprived of the JMs company.
Old Faithful stood in and welcomed back Miss Perfect and then newbie Trevor who was already toting a bandaged up knee.
Spiderman tried his best to describe a series of strange and unusual marks that he had used on the trail with limited success (as we were to find out later). He then ushered us out west through the gate towards Fishbourne creek.

Initially it looked like we were headed down towards the sewage works but a swift U turn took us back to the top of the creek and out to the mill pond.

Here we soon discovered that all compass points except south were false, so we headed south through the tall reeds and found the flour heading over the mud and rocks below the tide line. Just as we were steeling ourselves for a spell of wading we came upon one of Spiderman's strange marks which we deciphered as meaning “turn round and go back”, which we did, arriving back at the mill pond to discover some swift modifications now gave us a way out to the west.
As we embarked in this direction we met Louise coming the other way, out on a Sunday walk instead of hashing!, disgraceful.
This stretch of coastal path is flat and dry so the pack were soon strung out in general order of fitness with the other Graham and Trevor being the FRBs.

Somehow, and I don't know how, the FRBs (including yours truly) managed to overrun a falsie, missed a ladies check, and charged on to emerge on Park Lane at the Beggar's Rest nursing home. We then compounded our waywardness by continuing on the trail, crossing the main road at Black Boy lane and reaching the regroup at the sports field entrance where we had to wait for ages for the rest to catch up with their predictable indignation.
Reunited, we found the rest of the trail round the edge of the sports field then around the houses and over to the palace where the hares had resisted the temptation to take us over the railway crossing footpath in favour of the direct return, where we found the On-In after one hour and thirteen minutes.

After thanking the hares, OF started the usual mulling over the morning's activity, mentioning Trevor and Bambi for the falsie overrun, Sinbad for preferring to walk with ladies all the time, and some others that I can't recall.
The Hash-It was eventually awarded to Louise in absentia for not being on the hash. A photograph of her not accepting the honour was taken by flash. (this is all too surreal for me).

Refreshments were taken at the pub, the second one after turning left out of the carpark, not the first (Bull's Head - ed).

Bambi.

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