Est 1983 - ON PRES: Robin Low
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Bad weather and a bad back had prevented Pancsi from laying this trail on
two previous occasions . So it was with some relief that the pack converged on the
cross roads along with the three thousand other people attending the Milland Rural
Fair on a lovely sunny fresh June morning.
I was all prepared for Canman to give us his "this day in history" however I was
called away to move my chariot so I missed it, however I assume that he must have
mentioned D day and the Normandy landings in 1944 ?.
From the off we headed north west up the roman road to find the usual check near the
lane east to Mill farm which we took before heading north into Hatch Hanger and arriving
at a compass point cross paths at a recently created clearing with log piles and tractor
tracks to add to the confusion.
Long falsies here saw Flash lead a whole crowd north and Hairbrush and The Ref take the
eastern trail with the rest heading west all to no avail. While there was a lull in the
proceedings Canman managed to root around in the undergrowth and find a few cans to stamp on.
You know what came next, someone says "what about that path over there" and in next to no time
we are on our way again and wondering how such an obvious path could have been overlooked.
In this case we headed north west to a simple check that caught out Mussolini before climbing
the walled lane up the hill to Milland House.
The day was warming up nicely, so much so that The Chamois headed back down the roman road from
here as she was in need of fluid, while the pack took a breather and watched the ponies galloping
around the paddock and wondered if the path right through the middle was true or false.
To the relief of some the true trail was found west just alongside the paddock and then south
towards the top of the ridge above Maysleith.
The check just on the edge was comprehensively nullified as a whole crowd including Panda, Mussolini,
Cath, The Ref and others overran the falsie along the ridge and cut out a whole loop of trail to the
north and west.
We then descended halfway down the steep slope by using the steps to find the usual check and the usual
reluctance of the pack to check it out because all ways involve pain if they turn out to be false.
Mussolini had his bravery rewarded by finding the true trail straight down to the bottom at Maysleith.
An easy check then saw us heading in via the south easterly path that goes directly back to the roman
road, Tom leading the way through the grass that seemed high as his shoulders until we reached the start
of a long long on-in after one hour and nine minutes.
To while away the long jog on the on-in Canman mused about creating a can retrieve and process index,
i.e. A CRAP index that could be used to rate how easy it was to find cans and crush them en route.
A simple scale consisting of Alpha, Beta, Gamma and Delta with Alpha meaning so many cans that he can't
keep up with the pack and Delta meaning almost no suitable cans.
So this hash received a CRAP index of Delta.
Back at the chariots we all thanked the hares for a great run (at last) from this venue, before presenting
the Hash-It to young Tom, was it because he was seen sitting down at one of the checks ?
.... anyway some excuse or other.