Was it raining?, not quite, just threatening and a bit chilly.
A faint musty aroma was emanating from my Santa hat that had been
stored, unwashed in a plastic bag for a year and fortunately not
mouldy.
We had a welcome influx of young blood from Olly, Clem and Alex,
to swell a meagre turn out on this shortest day.
The preamble and usual lies from Dr B were a bit hard for a hasher's
brain to encompass, something about there being four features to
be encountered and three regroups, but no Turtle Doves or a
Partridge.
Treefeller kindly volunteered to make his mega chariot available later,
on the trail, for anyone wanting to be a lilly liver and have
a ride in.
A prompt start saw us split up following three trails east out on to
the common. By chance Bambi found the true trail south west across the
road on the bridleway to Sutton End and was soon overhauled by Olive
Oyl as everyone had fun dodging around the massive puddles keeping
their paws dry.
The three young corpuscles would have reached Sutton End first had
they not been tempted up the sandy Column Hill path to gaze at three
blobs arranged around the base of a tree, that I think must have been
one of the features of which to beware.
Meanwhile Old Faithful had found good flour north up the road to reach
a check at the edge of The Warren, and then nothing, so we started to
bunch up and mutter about no trail etc..... until the hare started
dropping hints and surprise surprise, Snake Charmer suddenly found
blobs north west through The Warren and out to road and Crouch Farm.
Followed by OF, Kinky, Bambi and Thom she then took the path through
the lovely pine trees in The Moor, more followed, and most ran past a
tree with three blobs around the base, feature number two?, anyway
it took a while to get everyone back to a picturesque regroup on
Chingford Pond dam.
A couple of easy checks later and we found the way through New Piece
to meet Treefeller at Burton Mill car park. I think that Pru hopped
aboard here, not sure about anyone else?. There was a good photo
opportunity on the viewing platform, click, click, and then north
up the path to Hammer Moor.
The track in the field down to Shopham Bridge was very boggy so all,
apart from the corpuscles just ran down the road and turned right on
to the old railway.
Heading south now, the pace dropped as we encountered a sheepish looking
herd of bullocks, no stampede, phew!.
Many minutes had now passed, so I think it was decided to abandon a route
that returned via the footpath through Coates in favour of a short
cut south on a private track past a private house to the road and thence
the chariots.
Dr Blood had the bright idea of singing carols as we progressed so that
if the landowner was around they might assume that we were collecting for
charity and therefore avoid us. So, we arrived back at Sutton Common car
park after one hour and thirty three minutes of festive hashing, to the
strains of Bleak Midwinter and moaning etc... to find that Pru had laid
out a feast.
So intent were we on face stuffing that it was not until 12.45 that
someone noticed that Splasher was absent.
Snake Charmer raced off in her chariot to look for him, otherwise everyone
else resumed feasting, un-phased. She found him, walking along the road,
heading away from us.
As soon as our hunger was assuaged, some time later, we thanked the Hares
for a challenging trail, Pru for set up etc, and then our JMs admitted
that the Hash-It had been forgotten and that although it was certain that
lots of shortcutting and other misdemeanours had occurred they could not
remember the who? and what? of it all. Then back to more feasting, then
Thumper and Kinky lead us in some home made carol singing, then home for a nap.
Bambi.
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