Earlier on in the day there had been torrential rain with reports of snowfall in Devon, so awful weather for laying a trail then. Mussolini was supposed to be the co-hare but apparently had been kidnapped by a woman he has met via the Web and was not in a position to help lay a trail.
Good old Splasher, seeing ideal conditions for his webbed feet volunteered to take the place of our cupid struck hasher.
By the time we were trying to shoehorn our chariots into the small car park the rain had stopped and a typical grey, damp, cold, and nose dribbley autumn day was unfolding.
That crunching noise you hear when a door mirror whacks a wooden post announced the arrival of Canman along with a new brown hash dog by the name of Buddy, which was soon to become a muddy Buddy.
Flash, our JM said that he had a bad leg so would not be running and the hares
delivered the usual lies, apart from the news that Splasher has sold his share
in the race horse “Atlantis” and bought a share in “Goodwood Mirage”, a two year
old on which he has recently won a tidy sum at Newmarket, putting him in a good mood.
At the beginning the pack did not have a clue (no change there then) not helped by one of the hares charging off down falsies calling On-On etc. The GPS track kindly provided by Spiderman looks like a bad tangle in a fishing line with some of us accidentally stumbling into the On-In trail before being called back.
At last Sinbad and Old Faithful (I think) found a good trail out south west towards Holly Grove and then to their surprise Pru and Tigger found themselves in front as we skirted the climb to the trig point. When the only way left was up, we made the ascent to the top to find a regroup, admire the view and have a group flash sitting on the bench.
We made our way down to the north west where a few little loops around falsies on the main path added interest. Then, turning south west towards Hesworth Farm the front runners Olive Oyl and sprog Thom took us into a very wet area with traces of flour thither and yon, so we literally became bogged down for a while until we found a way out to the minor lane by the farm.
There then followed a blast down the lane past Hesworth Grange broken only by a single check and some falsies that delayed yours truly, Tina and Dr Blood. The bottom end of this track was a Splasher special so by the time we reached a check at Stable Cottage and took the obvious path uphill to Rotherwood most had wet feet.
The On-In was soon discovered after a regroup on the brow just inside the tree line after almost exactly one hour of super soggy hashing.
Very little was said at the circle, the Hash-It was presented to Panda because she also did not run but had no excuse. Thanks to the Hares, to Splasher for short notice volunteering and to Snake Charmer's mum Jan for pre hash trail finding.
Just after most people had retired to The Swan the familiar face of Hairbrush turned up. Some of you might remember that one year ago Hairbrush was rushed to hospital from the side of the A27 with a mangled knee joint while hashing through the rough just inside a crash barrier. I can report that although he doesn't run now there is no trace of a limp.