Est 1983 - ON PRES: Robin Low
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A clear blue sky and twenty two degrees marked the warmest run so far this year and accounted for the clouds of white dust that billowed up from the wheels of the chariots as they roared into the Thicket car park, guided by two new HHH signs based on cardboard technology which the Hares had provided.
A total absence of either of our JMs, one recovering from being under the knife and the other possibly on a jolly elsewhere, meant that Canman had graciously agreed to officiate for the morning. He treated us to his usual anniversary list which included the birth of Robert Adam in 1728 (same birthplace as Canman) and the first colour TV transmission in 1928 by John Logie Baird.
Bringing our thoughts back to the present day we welcomed Malibog and his tribe from the mosquito infested forests around Stockholm who swelled our pack as we were directed to the On-Out by the hares, not noticing that Panda was carrying a small bag of the white stuff behind her back.
Early simple checks took us north west into Long Wood with The Ref out front. Then we had to do a bit of searching in the dark shady bits until Pancsi found a well concealed track through Long Wood and out into the blazing light followed by a slog west on the gravel path on the southern boundary of the Thicket, with Mussolini leading the charge, which proved a bit too much for him as he needed to lie down on the bench at the cross roads and take a rest.
Olive Oyl made all the right choices at the next few checks until we found our way to the boundary fence with Blendworth Common. Here the choice was either left or right, left would take us back into the area just exited, right would take us through Horsefoot Hill and homeward, which would you choose ?
Most of the pack just waited for those who were willing to commit themselves to find out. Old Faithful, who was still limping along with the ankle he twisted at least two hashes ago, called the hares bluff and took us back into the Thicket where Panda had re-organised the flour to take us through a new loop of trail east all the way over to the main road.
Along the way Popeye gave us all a little lecture on frog ageing as he had found what he said was a four year old frog and proceeded to prod it into jumping around much to the amusement of Tom and Matt. Somehow Splasher failed to find his way into the stagnant looking pond as we passed.
Continuing south east and parallel to the main road it was clear that the Chariots were near, however there was a last little sting in the tail which took us anti-clockwise through the trees and round the other ponds before heading south into Furzy Plain and the On-In after one hour and two minutes of sweaty hashing.
At the circle there was mention of those that had been lying down on benches and Splasher for not splashing, with the Hash-It being awarded to Matt for taking a prominent leak amidst the bracken, which Canman claims is carcinogenic at this time of the year.
We then went over to the Harvester just down the road where I ran out of patience before being served.
On On Bambi.