A return to more normal temperatures and sunshine along the coast drew Hashers
into the cooler mists of the northern side of The Downs. Many things happened
on this day in the past and we were treated to a small selection by Thumper,
reminiscent of when Canman used to give us the same treat. I seem to remember
some Hashers getting impatient then also.
No virgins, nice to see Two Ferrets Fighting, Chastity Belt and His Knees Are
Buggered, before lies from the Hares and a general issuing forth into the
countryside.
All sorts of confusion to start with until Flash and HKAB found the narrow
brambley path north and then across the river of death to a regroup by the bus
shelter. Now Hashing proper commenced, with multitudinous blow jobs from Kinky
with the horn and gradual progress east through the woods alongside the road.
A large bunch were SCBs who ran through the green opposite The Hamilton Arms
and Hairbrush kindly reinstated the sabotaged false mark behind the school,
so that we all emerged on to School Lane more or less intact.
It took the pack a long time here to find the unmarked public footpath directly
north to Common View, Hashers aimlessly milling around watching a few not find
any flour and Hairbrush engaged in conversation with a young woman from her
bedroom window, Hairbrush Oh Hairbrush, wherefore art thou Hairbrush.
The gazebo on the Stedham village green was the next stop. While The Ref gave
me a riveting account of how he had left the window of his car open the last
time he officiated at a game on the nearby sports field we watched Pancsi, Pink
Flamingo, Panda and Bloody L explore a long false up The Street.
Snake Charmer was much luckier, finding good flour at the end of The Alley
and southeast out into the wide artificial landscape of the late Kerry Packer's
defunct polo centre. The FRBs were treated to the perimeter path while the
rest of us made a B line for the iron girder bridge over the raging Rother.
No one was drunk enough to attempt the wade through murky waters.
A Check just over the bridge saw HKAB, Chastity Belt, Flash, Panda and Two
Ferrets head south; Hairbrush, Pancsi, Kinky, Dr Blood and Bloody L, head
east all to no avail because the trail went west then south to an A272 lay-by.
After re-grouping care was taken across the tarmac where the obvious way up
Several's Road was false with the trail taking the path just to the east up
through the dense rhododendron and east into Several's wood.
There is evidence that the area is frequented by amorous couples and not as
the launch site for pixie weather balloons as Tigger and Pru supposed.
Many of the pack were now back in familiar territory, so the rest of the Hash
to re-cross the river at Woolmer Bridge and then east through Stedham Common
proceeded apace, following the resounding bugle and seeing Dr Blood among
others rooting out a good harvest for Canman.
A few falsies were overrun and a fish hook for four that only Kinky honoured
were noted before arrival at the chariots after one hour and twenty sesven minutes
of sprightly hashing.
At the circle, some only just jokes from Kinky were followed by thanks to the
Hares and the usual culprits; Hairbrush for being the first to not wade The Rother,
Pink Flamingo for wearing new shoes, Tigger and Pru (you know why), and Spiderman
for head-butting a tree causing damage to the environment.
The cheer-ometer was weak for all, perhaps a little louder for Pink Flamingo,
so she got the Hash-It.
We then de-camped to the Hamilton Arms for a warm welcome and where political
correctness prevents me from noting that the beer is rubbery.
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