Dry and three or four degrees C seemed balmy in comparison with recent conditions and the scattered blobs of white stuff lying round about were mostly not flour. Mussolini arrived in a new motor which among others contained Splasher who was definitely looking worried by the close proximity of a large body of water even though it was covered by a thick skin of ice.
There were few lies from the hares, so with the Heath Pond shiny water on our left we shuffled through to the first major check close by the cricket pavilion which scattered the pack to four points of the compass. Here Mussolini was privileged to be able to check out a major falsie to the south while the rest of us found a way out to the crossroads at the east end of Heath road only to be turned south along the scruffy edge of the cricket pitch to be reunited with Mussolini as he shortcutted his way east across the road and down Torberry Drive.
You will gradually realise that much of this hash used roads and lanes through the modern housing developments on the eastern edge of Petersfield, so it was possible to record our route by noting street names, in addition Spiderman sent me a GPS track and Flash sent me a hand marked map. It's just like buses. I am amazed that so many new houses have been built in what is obviously the flood plain of the Rother.
Meanwhile back on subject, Beer Pump was getting way way out in front following flour east through a series of checks on the aptly named Harrier Way while others looked in vain for northerly trails up the many joining minor roads. A strategically placed, very long falsie east on Durford Road (towards the sewage works) drew the front runners, Pancsi, Beer Pump, Snake Charmer, Mussolini, etc, so we were nicely bunched as we made our way west round the southern edge of the recreation ground, across Tilmore Brook and out on Pullen's Lane.
With a few small diversions here and there the route then followed the Riverside Walk footpath/cycle track west through the heart of new housing. Even though we are now officially in a drought there was a good flow of H2O in the brook and Splasher was getting more and more skittish as we proceeded, things came to a head at Tegdown where he narrowly avoided an ambush by Snake Charmer and Pancsi, he was left alone after that.
Finally we arrived back at the west end of the pond where there were quite a few people out and about, looking at the ice, feeding the ducks etc as we thumped our way over the board-walk and then through the pines back to the chariots after one hour and five minutes of intriguing hashing.
At the circle there was a bit of light hearted banter about Atlantis, NO!, not the mythical ancient drowned civilization but the race horse which is partly owned by Splasher. Then it was mentioned that Beer Pump should have carried the Hash-It, and did not, however it was eventually decided to present it to Donna for making the comment that Flash was "leading me astray", presumably down the wrong innuendo. It was suggested that refreshment would be taken at The Red Lion.
Indeed it did and we had a protracted chin wag with chips (on shoulders and dishes). Ed.