Est 1983 - ON PRES: Robin Low
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Those that chose to approach Up Marden from the north were given an
unexpected preview of part of the trail with a check and it's falsies
visible to the right of the chariot. Most however came from the south,
gradually filling up the limited space along the lane adjacent to the
church, on a warm but overcast day.
A relatively good size pack assembled to wish many happy returns to Pru
and Mussolini and to welcome back Brylcream who has grown a beard since
we saw him last, more hair to comb.
Canman reminded us that it was VE day, which is losing its significance
as the old order changes.
The Hares told us that there was a bit of roadwork and one regroup with
treats and also a prize for the first to find a Geocache(see below)
located near the church.
Pretty soon there was no more to say except on-out, so after a bit of
investigation around the church we found the trail west, north and east
to reach the roadside marks that were already familiar to some.
As a result we were soon on our way downhill through the trees and wild garlic
of Battines Hill wood and out on to the road just south of Faraway, leaving
the brave walkers teetering on edge of the slope as they assessed the odds
of making it down in one piece.
Pink Flamingo had already suffered damage due to being bowled over by an
hyperactive Max, bad dog!.
So far the pack had been nicely together, however soon we were strung out
as the promised roadwork took us over the tarmac below Stripeshill Copse
and then up the steep woody mossy climb south to the old Pit where there was
a regroup in the yews.
First to arrive, yours truly, Old Faithful, Bika, Brylcream, Pancsi, Mussolini etc,
soon found the treats and soon were overdosing on Marshmallows, Mint Imperials and
Black Jax while Tom and Kermit played with the rope swings at the pit edge.
All together again we made hard work of sorting out some crafty checks that
eventually led us to the top of the hill west of Wildham Barn and then on a
long slog along the path west towards Lower Farm.
Mussolini then found the northerly trail out to the road at Hill Farm and with
the Up Marden church visible on the horizon headed directly in that direction,
not passing Go or collecting £200 etc. Pancsi and Caroline were tempted to follow
him but lack of any flour dissuaded them.
Meanwhile the rest, with hare guidance, had gone south down the road and taken
the path west into Grevitts Copse with Brylcream and Bika being real FRBs.
The climb up the path to Well House and the On-In drained all remaining energy
from our legs after one hour and ten minutes of classic hashing.
At the circle after a big round of applause for the hares it became apparent that
there had been further injuries, Canman had taken a tumble and Old Faithful was limping
with a twisted ankle.
There were a few trivial nominations, with Max being awarded the Hash-It for
downing Pink Flamingo so comprehensively.
Mussolini was first to find the Geocache, not a surprise as he had started look for
it long before the rest.
Then down to The Barley Mow and the now sunny garden where Treefeller's
favourite cider is no longer available, shame.
Geocaching - People hide a small container near a map reference, inside
is a record of those that manage to find it, write their name and then re-hide it.
Browse www.geocaching.com, Young Tom is a geocacher.