Est 1983 - ON PRES: Robin Low
|706||2011-02-27||Bika & Kermit (please note this is NOT the Red Lion in Horndean!)||Chalton Red Lion
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It was not raining, how could it be, as the sky was blue all over with a few white
puffy bits on the western horizon. Warm ?, no, cool ?, yes
With just a few minutes to go before the appointed hour there was little sign of
any hashers, just seven of us and no hares. Then like a flurry of bills after Christmas
everyone arrived and we were soon engaged in our pre-prance pow wow
Panda had brought her grand daughter Annabel along and the sunshine had coaxed Godiva out.
Bika forgot to tell us how dry and flat the trail would be because he was intent on
explaining a new mark that he had used. The mark consisted of a fish hook around a number,
for example 3. The meaning was that the first number of hashers, for example the first 3
hashers, to reach the mark must turn around and run back to the rear of the pack
Our hashing brain cells were on the point of overheating with all this information when
thankfully Bika stopped gabbing and pointed us in the direction of the church.
Many of us ran up through the church yard only to encounter one of Bika's sometimes used
'lineout' marks that stopped us dead in our tracks, the rest found what seemed like a better
trail up North Lane which proved to be a long falsie
Flash found the true trail up the road to Manor Farm (isn't that in The Archers ?).
There was a choice here, either a "long" run or follow Kermit on a "short" run.
Quite a few including, Splasher, Godiva, Pancsi, Pru and others opted for a less strenuous
morning as they were pressed for time
The long trail headed north east with an impromptu regroup on a check at Woodcroft Crossing
before a slog south along the road to cross the railway at Woodcroft Farm.
This was the start point for one of Dr Blood's epic remembrance day runs a couple of years ago,
and one of Flashes even longer ago, so some of us were now on familiar territory,
Flash and Dr Blood at least
Cath and yours truly thought we were doing well as we found ourselves way way way out ahead
on the long slog north east on the upper trail to Long Row but then encountered the fishook
A regroup on the tree line at Long Row meant that we were all together again to find the trail
in a clockwise loop through The Harris, The Harrows and down to the Sussex Border Path below
Ladyholt. Here a small leading group including Panda, Flash and Annabel made the climb all the
way up to Ladyholt only to run out of trail at the top, there was much confusion until the hare
admitted to hiding the trail on the blind side of the tree trunks
Old Faithful soon cottoned on and lead the charge west and down the slope back to the SBP.
We were then treated to the plod back to Woodcroft Farm through all that lovely mud and horse
manure with the bee like black and yellow garb of Dr Blood leading the way
Time had passed, we were getting tired, and the pub was over the other side of a very steep hill,
the immediate future was not bright and neither was the sky which was rapidly transforming into
a dark stormy grey
We could have recrossed the railway here and gone straight up the hill and in to a nice warm
dry pub, but oh no, the flour lead south down the road to the road bridge and then west over
the track only to find the next obvious path up the climb was marked false at the style half
Gloom in the sky, gloom on the ground, but the hare with a sadistic smile on his face for he
had laid a loop off the footpath out through the field in a southerly direction and then up
the steepest part of the climb and back round to the other side of the 'false' style
So it was a puffing and panting pack that reached the On-In at the top of the ridge above the
church after one hour and forty three minutes, and a very damp pack that reached the chariots
some minutes later as the storm broke and the heavens opened
Old Faithful got the Hash-It supposedly for a spot of deer bothering, and then the long route'
pack adjourned to the warmth of the pub just as the short route pack were leaving as they had
finished their pints ages ago and were probably off to watch soccer.