It was time to slap on the suntan lotion and get outside on this glorious temperate morning on The Green. Snake Charmer introduced us to her mum Jan while we waited for the spider-people to park their chariot.
Our hares went through the ritual introduction of themselves and explained that Portsmouth HHH had used the same area for a hash on the previous Monday which meant that there might be some old flour about. Moreover, they had attempted to colour their new flour with a pink dye which only showed up when wetted. If there was any doubt about who's flour we might find we were advised to apply moisture and observe the colour of the resulting goo. Before anyone could ask the obvious question regarding the source of the moisture the hares gave us the obvious answer, not easy if you are a hasher of the feminine persuasion.
Anyway, we were honoured by the attendance of Keith from PH3 who had been the Hare, so all that dying was not needed.
Dogwhistle arrived as we were all set off east under the railway bridge and along Woodberry Lane. Some of us had a hard time clambering over the lowered brick wall to take the path and then open woodland that runs up to The Sling. A bunch of us guessed the right way to go (east) at the top but before we could get too far ahead we hit a dreaded fish hook. Dogwhistle, Dr Blood and yours truly made their way to the back, there was no sign of the required fourth hasher.
Then we had a nice scamper north along the western edge of the forest to a classic check just inside the trees across from DrewsFarm. Sinbad disappeared north, Alexandra and Pink Flamingo headed west and down while Snake Charmer and Splasher headed east and up. The latter lot made the right choice so the rest of us followed as we trod the contour into the northern edge of the woods so familiar when approached from Forestside. At one point along this section we encountered a fish hook with the number 16 ( or 91 depending on your approach), someone said “their avin a larf” and few took any notice of it.
The next series of checks saw us head due south with the more serious athletes getting far enough ahead to warrant a regroup as we reached The Avenue. Here we had a bit of a natter about how the PH3 hash had received some unwelcome attention from the park keepers who thought that too much noise was being generated.
A few snaps from Flash and we set off again, now west as the trail meandered on and off The Avenue until it seemed to evaporate leaving the pack all over the place. With such slow progress and a mounting thirst the hares put us out of our misery and directed us to the On-In after one hour and twenty minutes of aerobic hashing.
At the circle Splasher was censured for ignoring the first fish hook, and Alexandra was complemented for being so fit. Someone remembered to thank our JMs for being great Hares and the Hash-It was presented to Canman on the recent celebration of his eightieth birthday.