Let's face it, it is not possible to go anywhere new in the north Chi area
for this annual event, or is it?.
The trail laying earlier in the day had followed the usual pattern
for hashing in an urban landscape, dolloping flour interspersed with
explanatory conversations with dog walkers, ?don't worry it's only self
raising?, and hoping that they would not sabotage our efforts.
Considering the fabulous prizes that might be won later, the turnout
was a bit light in number, but not in enthusiasm as we welcomed Albert
back under a grey, cool but dry sky.
Then, without much ado, we headed off to the top end of The Drive via a
few simple checks at the road junctions between. Here, the familiar
Hacketts Rew falsely took most of the pack north while Popeye eventually,
after a lot of umming and arring, found a good trail east and down to
Fordwater.
Again, the pack wrongly assumed that we were Lavant bound and headed
north towards that mighty torrent while Bika, perhaps less familiar
with the area, progressed past Tigger's gaff and up Maplehurst,
towards Summersdale Copse.
The hares had intended to tease, with a small loop in and out of the
copse, however Snake Charmer arrived so far in front that she agreed
to go round again just to keep everyone guessing.
Next it was along Broadway to a check outside the One Stop. Here, it
took ages for anyone to look at the previously off limits entrance into
the old RMP barracks, which is where the trail went.
There was a long false east on Otway Road before a check on the northern
edge of the big green, where everyone fanned out in a search. We can be
fairly certain that this area has not been hashed before. Albert found
the true trail past the playground and on to Broyle Road heading south,
where the front runners found themselves wandering around again on a
big green bit at the top of Oaklands Park.
A brief regroup got us all together to cross at the lights and head west
by the side of the now defunct Comme Ca, where I never did have a meal,
and a long slog along Norwich Road to a check at that lone tree in the
middle of the green bit alongside St Paul's Road.
Little surprise here as the FRBs went straight to the slightly obscure
access to Centurion Way, however plenty of surprise next as both ways
proved false.
It's possible (I did not check) that the false mark to the north had
been rubbed. In any event a group went so far in this direction that
they refused to return when the good flour up the embankment and west
through the fence was discovered.
A short excursion through Brandyhole Copse now followed where there were
several checks in the maze of trails amongst the sweet chestnuts before
returning east to CW via the WW2 tank traps, and On-In after one hour
and twenty nine minutes of post Hogmanay hashing.
We now indulged in the traditional and much anticipated feasting and
imbibing, during which Treefeller was made ?Hasher of the Year?, Thumper
and kinky were made the ?Joint Masters? and Flash was given the Hash-It
for annoying outgoing JM Olive Oyl.
Various speeches were made and we thanked Pink Flamingo and Dr Blood
for hosting and all who had forgone the hash to prepare the feast,
thank you!.
On! On! Bambi.
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