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Est 1983 - ON PRES: Robin Low

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6902010-07-18Splasher & CoAmbersham Common X Roads SU910190

It is said that Eskimos, sorry, indigenous arctic people, have a hundred words that mean snow. By the same token it is likely that the inhabitants of Heyshott have many ways of describing sand.
Our first gritty taste was of the dirty grey sand at the familiar New Road crossroads where we gathered on yet another beautiful sunny warm Sunday morning.
There was a "rare breeds" show in Singleton that was causing a traffic delay so we waited for five minutes or so for non existent late arrivals before resigning ourselves to the fact that hashers are also becoming a rare breed, as was evident from the low turnout.
There was a welcome back for Soapbox who was well enough for a short excursion before we learned from Canman about the death of Jane Austen who apparently turned blue and white, and the start of the Spanish civil war, all on this day in the past obviously.

So it was that a dozen strong pack sauntered out along the road due west with Bika dutifully toting a tube of flour to mark the checks for any late arrivals.
Splasher confessed that he had figured out the trail on the previous evening while on a long walk with his girlfriend, there was some discussion as to whether or not this was helpful information as we headed north west on the path towards Upper Polecats on yellow sand.

The first serious check came at the edge of the common and all were working hard to find the way out. Dogwhistle was the lucky one, while Bika risked all on a downhill falsie then to be faced with a leg sapping climb back on dark red sand.

The next sequence of checks took the trail in a clockwise northerly loop with various front runners, Old Faithful, Bambi, Pink Flamingo etc, and occasionally even the hares lending a hand in order to keep things moving, after all we were all working up a powerful thirst.

Eventually we crossed and then recrossed the old railway line at Little London on orange sand and headed east to cross New Road on to Ambersham common and on to white sand.
Tigger and Pru bailed out here and headed south on the road back to the chariots.
They did not save much because after a few simple checks along the edge of the common we came across the On-In after one hour and five minutes then headed south for a long run in with the sand gradually turning back to dirty grey once more.
We found Mussolini waiting for us, he had been late as usual and had followed some of the trail using Bika's marks.

After thanks to Pancsi, Splasher and his girlfriend for a testing hash there were various nominations for trivial reasons with the hash-it being presented to Pink Flamingo for indulging in bouts of sand removal rather than struggling on with shoes full of the stuff like the rest of us.

We then retired to the garden at the Unicorn in Heyshott for rehydration and a chinwag.

Bambi.

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