It was perfect weather for this hash, not too anything, and it certainly brought a good turnout of eager participants. Our hon president managed to make an appearance, offering to show the black and blue thigh resulting from his recent operation, surprisingly there were no takers.
Both our JMs were absent, reportedly away on another romantic weekend, proving that regular hashing is very good for the libido. Consequently Old Faithful stepped up to the mark to welcome all and sundry and there being no newcomers he quickly handed over to the hares who also had very little of anything interesting to say. Apparently the hash was to be a "No" hash, not long, no shiggy, no hills, no fish hooks and no lies from the hares.
Certainly things started well enough as we were directed south west across the road to find a good trail straight into the heart of Lavington Common. Soon we found ourselves at the main crosspath with Dr Blood checking south, Bika a long way north and Snake Charmer west, as the hares rushed over to call us all back because trail sabotage meant that we were not where we were supposed to be. After much confusion, and the late arrival of Olive Oyl, Thom, and Popeye the hares decided to start again from where we were and directed us all west.
We emerged on the Graffham road and took a while to find an obscure, brambley, nettley, tall ferny path back to the Selham road crossroads within a long spit of the chariots where another late arriver, Sinbad joined us.
All this time The Ref had unusually taken to blowing his whistle when he thought he was ON, however some grumbling from Tigger and a few others soon put paid to this habit which they seemed to find annoying.
A bit of a slog up the road towards Cathanger Farm with a falsie on the obvious loop in Main Wood saw us continue the clockwise circuit by heading east on the uphill rhododendron infested path towards Long Hanger and then south east on the FP towards Duncton Common, progressing well due to the sizeable eager pack.
Spiderman managed to sneak a nice little short cut as we arrived at the bridge on the path to Heath End and guess what?, there was no messing about with fording the stream etc, just a simple back check taking us west parallel to the north bank of the stream with dry feet.
A few hundred yards further on saw another chance to make a crossing missed, but left some of the pack clambering down the bank not believing that they had got off so lightly.
By now we were again within a long spit of the chariots, if you knew where you were that is, and Mussolini did know, and Mussolini did overrun a falsie and head home taking Snake Charmer with him.
The rest of us were treated to an extra tour round the badly eroded trail that loops over little bridges and through tree tunnels just west of the car park. We reached the On-In after one hour and twenty five minutes of pure enjoyment, Kermit being so happy to see the chariots that he managed to trip and fall twice before we reached them.
Before retreating to The Foresters we sounded applause to the hares for a classic hash, mentioned Mussolini many times, ticked off several late comers and awarded the Hash-It to Snake charmer and Mussolini, her for head butting a signpost, swearing (related?) and being led astray by Mussolini and him for doing the leading astray.