|714||2011-06-19||Spiderman & Bambi - Summer BBQ||Appledram Lane South - Church Farm
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With the thought of the barbecue banquet to come, the pack wanted to get the run out of the
way as quickly as possible, nevertheless they managed to do justice to a trail which the hares
had spent many hours of dedicated effort to plan and prepare for them.
The cool blustery day felt more like April, with the ever present threat of a hit and run shower
mixed with brief intervals of solar flare. The On-Out via Spiderman's slightly trespassing rear
exit proved an initial puzzler, with the majority convinced that the way to go would be either left
or right from the front gate. Soon however, all were soon on their way South on Saltern's way.
The next check at the edge of the courgette field prompted the usual discussion of eastern european
labour and "is that a courgette in your pocket or are you just" ... etc. Splasher found a big puddle here,
what does Splasher do when he sees a puddle ? He takes a run up and stamps in the middle hoping to splash
everyone, that's what he does. On this occasion there was a splash followed by an oath as the mud sucked
his shoe off and left it floating and him limping around in the field. No time to laugh as the hares hustled
the pack south and then west on the road to Dell Quay.
Sinbad, Panda and a few others wasted time on a long falsie towards the pub while the rest found the true
flour on the footpath that heads south towards the shoreline and the yacht basin. There was a "trombone trail"
here, heading for the basin with a 360 turn back along the shore to Dell Quay. Unfortunately, eagle eyed
hashers spotted one of the false trails involved in the arrangement and ended up running the trombone in reverse,
all a bit messy. We now know the exact details of how this happened thanks to Sinbad who carried out a full CSI,
copies of his report are available for a nominal fee.
A regroup on the tip of Dell Quay followed by a ladies check saw Caroline, Panda and Pink Flamingo take us
north along the shoreline past a dead swan and then over the sewage outflow. A big loop here, north through
the field and then south on the top of the sea wall proved a conceptual nightmare for some of the old timers
(e.g. The Ref, Old Faithful, Flash etc) as it meant running back the way we came to find that Spiderman had
delftly rearranged the flour. Now the way was open for us to take the footpath east across the muddy cowpatty
fields directly to Church Farm and the foooooood after one hour and twenty minutes of windblown hashing.
Before we ate and raffled, our JM recounted a litany of transgressions; the Splasher's shoe incident, Canman
who had demolished one of our HHH signs with his chariot, Tom who had tripped Matt into a fall on the sea wall,
and Dr Blood and Pink Flamingo for subjecting us to a sight of their canoodeling. The love birds would have been
presented with the Hash-It if Dogwhistle had remembered to bring it, a fact that she was not keen publicise.
There was a big thank you to Spiderman and Spiderwoman for welcoming us all to their home for this most enjoyable event.