Est 1983 - ON PRES: Robin Low
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Outside of the wood there was bright sunshine with a rather fresh wind from the east.
Inside the wood the air was calm and the light was a dappled green.
The small group of deer had watched the two humans pass by from their deep cover and now
that all was calm again they emerged and cautiously examined the small white powdery deposits,
first with their eyes, then with their noses and finally with their tongues.
The taste was good.
Meanwhile a small group of humans was gathering on the edge of the wood who were also curious
about the white powdery deposits.
Dogwhistle brought along her seven year old grand daughter Jessie.
Visitors Malibog and Pink Pony arrived, the former sporting a bandaged arm in a sling and complaining
that the slightest jolt was agony.
Then Pink Flamingo turned up sporting head bruises and a broken rib complaining that every deep
breath was torture.
All of these and a few more were welcomed by Can Man with his wee tale of the invention of Chop Suey
before we all scampered across the river of death and into Dane's Wood.
Modesty prevents me from extolling the virtues of this expertly laid trail, suffice it to say that
it proved more than a match for a small pack with a proportion of walking wounded.
The first few checks were sniffed out by The Ref and Can Man as we headed north up the buddleia infested
valley with several energy sapping falsies up the eastern slope.
We progressed slowly (and painfully for some) eventually reaching the major confluence of paths at the
corner of West Stubbs Copse.
The check here took ages with Dr Blood at last finding true trail east into Rough Copse just as the
Red Arrows woooshed by just above the trees.
Spiderman managed to track down several pleasant aromatic experiences to patches of wild mint.
By now Jessie was getting the hang of things and with seemingly tireless legs was bringing grandma
to the edge of exhaustion.
With nearly one hour already used up and not yet half way round it was necessary to cut out a large
chunk of the trail and head west and homeward and directly to the stamping ground of a certain herd
of deer that had just finished cleaning up all the delicious white powdery deposits.
No trail, more delay, until the hares took the pack through the bald patch and into the disused quarry
area with its many steep inclines.
Due to a small misunderstanding Pru and Pink Pony ended up completing a suicidal climb to the top level,
arriving at the top a little angry and perhaps a little amazed at their accomplishment.
Thus after a good hour and a half the pack reached the On-Inn.
Mulling over the outing, the JMs mentioned the missing trail and Jessie's tireless legs and a few other
odds and ends, however the Hash-It was returned again to Spiderman for an attempt to get the vulnerable
Jessie to carry it round.
The watering hole of choice was The Spur.