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Est 1983 - ON PRES: Robin Low

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7092011-04-10Hash Flash, Amanda the Panda & IslaWickham West Walk - South CP SU596121

The glorious weather meant that the pay and display was already half full of chariots as a modest crowd of hashers gathered, some struggling to find exactly one pound and ten pence in order to feed the "No Change Given" ticket machine and start their two hour timer.
Flash was trying to get a small group of people, who were wandering around all wearing bright green wigs, to run on the hash, however they did not want to join us, as we looked too weird.
A few words of welcome from Spiderwoman and even fewer from the hares and we were off, across Hundred Acres Road and into Hundred Acres Wood just like the last time we ran here. It was pretty soon obvious that our number was at that critical level that means plenty of running for those willing to check out the trail, this was going to be a good workout for those keen on stretching their legs.

The first few checks were no problem as we made our way on a zigzag course in a north easterly direction heading for Lodge Hill with that energy sapping sand underfoot and Mussolini telling tales of how this spot is infamous for a murder that was committed here not long ago, a shooting apparently.

On the way up the hill Old Faithful managed to lead a group of FRBs up a long falsie towards Clamp Kiln farm and through one of the biggest pools of shiggy that we have seen in a long while, much to the amusement of the hares.
At the top of the hill there was a small hard to find trail through the bush in order to cross back across the road and into West Walk heading north west. Spiderman's superb memory brought on a bout of deja-vu from a previous hash so he headed off down the northerly path used long ago only to reach the inevitable triple dot disappointment and then moan about it for the rest of the day.
Meanwhile Pancsi was in front as we had a long slog towards Woodend with the trail having a series of trees felled across it, our progress resembling the Grand National of the previous day.

A regroup was needed near the north car park, a short rest for some after one hour, before a wearying pack headed west towards The Roebuck Inn and then south east, homeward bound. With some legs starting to give in, another regroup was needed at the cross roads slap bang in the middle of the wood where the signpost indicates that the chariots are in two directions, 960m one way and 1510 the other, no better way to confuse a hasher, like putting one in a room full of shovels and saying "take your pick".

So with time rapidly mounting up the hares more or less lead us by the nose to the tough little up and down trail south and On-In after one hour and twenty minutes.

Treefeller gave us the news that late arrivals Dr Blood and Pink Flamingo were out there somewhere looking for us and failing obviously, should we start marking checks as we run through ?.
At the circle we had thanks to the hares for a challenging run, names for Pete and Cath now Popeye and Olive Oil, and nominations for some SCBs, Canman and Soapbox I think for confusion between running and walking. Spiderman was awarded the Hash-It, for claiming that he was able to "sniff out" the days trail (in his dreams).

The hares provided a picnic table loaded with beer, and all manner of food, so we had a great time in the warm sunshine as we tucked in until our one pound and ten pence ran out.

Bambi.

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