Oh what a lovely morning, warm with southerly breeze and big billowy
majestic clouds set on a deep blue canvass. Not a big turnout, just
about the right number for the restricted chariot space around the barn.
There was a fair bit of incidental verbosity before the main event, we had
a discussion about tee shirts for the upcoming eight hundredth hash, our
JMs had a pretty straightforward proposal which was soon scrambled by many
differing opinions in true hash fashion.
Spiderman tried to offload some of the glut of vegetables from his garden
and Splasher tried to avoid mention of his recent sixtieth birthday,
without success.
In due course the hares told us about vicious insects in the long grass,
a regroup, some long bits, and little dragons hidden by some of the
checks
and then we were off at last! north east and up into Eastdean
wood to do battle with the insects and look for dragons.
Some easy checks to get us in the mood took us west to the edge of Wood
Lea and a five way junction where everyone got involved looking for the
on trail to no avail.
It took quite a while before Pancsi plucked up courage to risk leg shredding
brambles and find flour on the far side forest floor heading north. Some
delightful shade with soft leaves underfoot made easy going for a while which
was just as well because the small pack was working hard to make reasonable
progress.
Some of us were able to get our bearings when we reached the yew trees at the
top end of North Lane and then made the long long uphill climb north to a
regroup at the eight way junction on Walk Broad, a long way from the chariots
and most of an hour gone.
Consequently, at the restart no one expected that the true trail would lie
north, further up, and further from home, which left many of us way down
all the falsies heading south, notably Spiderman, a little speck on the path
towards Forest Hanger.
So we needed another unscheduled regroup just below the crest before the SDW,
during which Dr Blood discovered a baby dragon's skull with gnarled horns and
flared nostrils down which flames had once jetted.
Turning east now and then south and down with Olive Oyl way out in front until
she wrong guessed a check in Forest Hanger placing her at the back as the rest
laboured up a final steep climb south east back into Eastdean Wood following
Snake Charmer.
From now on it was down at every check until we reached the On-In after one
hour and twenty nine minutes of quite tough hashing.
At the circle we thanked the Hares for such a long run at such short notice,
The Ref awarded prizes to the dragon holders (Pansci and Bambi, Thanks Ref!), mulled over Snake
Charmer's new shoes and newer blisters, before giving the Hash-It to Splasher
to mark his transition from middle age to old age.
It was not long before we were sipping cider in the pub where the fox might
go free but the rest of us have to pay, and Treefeller can't drink because on
such a lovely day the nearest parking is
. well there isn't any!.
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