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Est 1983 - ON PRES: Robin Low

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6812010-03-14Beka & KermitCathrington Lane Car Park SU695144

Our journey into spring this year has been peppered by many "are we there yet?" moments, this was such a day, spring was threatening to arrive with almost warm sunshine and an easing of the seemingly constant cold wind.
We had a visitor, Jolly Walker from the West London Hash who was enthralled by Canman's historical notes including the death of Karl Marx in 1883 who must have been the eldest of the Marx brothers.
Bika had a lot to say although as usual it was of low density, amounting to a description of a load of signs that we were not going to use and a vain attempt to synchronise the on-out to the end of the tolling at All Saints.

So with the bells still ringing in our ears we issued forth, west on to The Lith and spread out looking for flour that had disappeared.
Of course it was all Kermit's fault as usual, at least that is what Bika was muttering as he re-laid the trail as we watched and then followed him down to a check on Lovedean Lane.
Some started up a long falsie towards Lake's Copse while quietly, Panda, Pink Flamingo and The Chamois had found the sneaky trail south towards Roads Hill Road but were not letting on.
We soon caught them up and as we approached the junction we could hear the sound of someone attempting to castrate a cat that appeared to be coming from the direction of a chap who was wrestling with an octopus.
"That's The Flower Of Scotland" says Canman, "but I canny remember all the words".
A few more wails later and a round of applause and we were on our way alongside Lovedean Lane down to the steep uphill climb to The Warren with Pancsi and Brylcream way out in front.

A check at the summit got us back together as we headed north back towards the top of Roads Hill and we could hear the piper still piping in the valley below.
The pack had some trouble here ending up wandering round in a farmyard until the hares pointed out a footpath sign on some iron gates leading to an unlikely path east along the edge of a garden.
The path came out on the main road and we headed north back towards the chariots and would have reached them had it not been for a check at The Farmer and the trail further west to Stubbins Down, where we picked up a Sunday jogger by the name of Nathan.

A nasty little sting in the tail followed as we found the trail down to the bottom along the western edge of the houses and then a vertical climb back to the top of Old Lane with Old Faithful showing the way.

A final little "tingle" was provided by having to negotiate an electric fence across the footpath before reaching the on-in just west of the church after one hour and twenty minutes.

After thanking the hares for a really entertaining hash, the JM thought that he might award the Hash-It to Nathan who had stayed with us to the end but then decided that it would go again to Mussolini for not turning up to carry it.

Finally a stroll over to The Farmer Inn where we watched the carnivores amongst us devour the "locally shot rabbit pie".

Bambi.

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