The weather hit the Jackpot, dry and a side order of sunshine. Attendance was also a Jackpot!, with Hazelmere visitors Chastity Belt and His Knees Are Buggered (HKAB), a welcome back to Jones, and handshaking for Debbie and Tim Bell erstwhile hashers of yore, the former sporting her run 150 tee shirt.
Hon president should have been carrying the Hash-It but his paramour stepped forward to invoke an ancient rule allowing a scapegoat and that this would be Pancsi. Use of the word "rule" confused Pancsi enough for him to grasp the carzey top and say "thank you".
The hare waffle mentioned roads, barbed wire, a quiet zone and just one regroup. Starting out on the north side of Purbrook Heath Road all headed west making a din in the aforementioned quiet zone (what did you expect?) while Dogwhistle arrived late, keeping a low profile.
Having exhausted the westerly options the pack turned east and got under way, quickly devouring the trail east then north via the church and up the A3 to a stile on the edge of arable land which is now an immense area of ground works for new housing.
A falsie out into No Man's Land failed to slow the cracking pace as our visitors lead us west around the U of a diverted footpath to grind to a halt at the first serious check, not helped by the sabotage of a section of true trail. Mussolini and Pancsi were closest to the right way, so after some hare direction they lead us to a regroup at the top of Alsfordmoor Coppice.
Six paths converge here, so there was a good scatter of our large number in all directions. The true trail south west then west into the coppice was quickly found by HKAB, Chastity Belt and Kermit, unfortunately they became visible through the leafless trees from the west side which lead to short cutting by those in the field beyond.
Next it was a march south west through the coppice to emerge on Newlands Lane during which Canman had the mixed fortune to take a tumble in the twisted roots and then to find some sizeable can caches, some of which had been gathered by the front runners.
Many hashers make light work, so the trail west along Purbrook Heath Road and the FP north aside Purbrook Heath House was quickly completed, although Bika and Keith strayed a long way south towards Widley Walk due to more disappeared flour.
The pack was stuck here admiring the view as it seemed there were false trails in all directions. On closer inspection a short bypass trail shoehorned between the hedge and fence was discovered, so fiddly that only Thom kept to it, the rest overrunning the falsie.
Next it was a quick jog east through Newlands Farm and then south to the regroup for a second time. Old Faithful had been busy with the self raising, so now the pack took a while to re-check and for Spiderman to find the path north east to a check in the wood under the power lines.
Chaos here as the front runners developed flour blindness and failed to spot the way south east back into the top end of the spinney that leads to Alsfordmoor Coppice. The south west path in the middle of these trees was a scramble over roots and trunks concealing more clutches of cans for Canman.
Surprise! the path emerged back at the regroup again with OF having edited the flour again. This time though the way out south was quickly found, before more chaos due to a falsie not having been rubbed out to open the trail to the On-In.
Soon the glitch was fixed and all streamed over the On-In after one hour and thirty minutes of loopy hashing.
Pru set up a table with snacks, booze and a celebration cake, Treefeller produced a table cloth, more grub and grog appeared from hasher chariots until a great feast was assembled.
Before devouration could take place our JM had censure for Thom for NOT short cutting, Dr Blood for being a black shirted fashion guru, Bambi for something he does not want to mention and Mussolini for wearing new shoes. Olive Oyl received the Hash-It, apparently she had gone topless in the woods.
So thank you to the hares, thanks Pru for that 777 cake, and everyone else for contributing to a memorable event.
Incidentally Canman, with help from "the walking ladies" managed to set a record of exactly one hundred cans for recycling.
Apologies for a long report, I wanted to make it seven hundred and seventy seven words long.