Cold, wet and very windy. Our recent luck with the weather ran out, leaving
decidedly damp Spiderhares to greet us on the shores of Benbow Pond. We had
to interrupt Dr Blood from a session of Goose baiting in order to circle up
and welcome a host of visitors, who we have not seen for a while.
There was Emily a spiderbrat, Malibog the well known raconteur and Phuket's very
own Swollen Colon.
The JMs said something about it being the first day of summer, very drole, Sinbad
gave us news of our Hon Pres who is now hashing in a care home in Fontwell, and the
hares
well who believes what they say?
To start, we soon found a check northwest on the flank of the golf course, through
endless mole hills, but then it all got a bit confused and messy with several
factions claiming good flour, or as Dogwhistle put it
Somehow we got it out of the pot around Steward's Pond and then easily up Broomhill
to a check by one of the most famous trees in England, The Queen Elizabeth Oak, which
was already an impressive tree when visited by Liz while hashing with Canman in 1591.
We had to disturb our wonderment to continue, some like Swollen C, Helen, and Snake
Charmer climbing to the top, over crunchy clay pigeons in search of non existent flour
while the rest found flour and a longer flatter way to all arrive at the stile in
the north east corner of the field.
Here the path into Heathend Copse is clearly visible as the only way to go, however
the hares had naughtily used the edge of the crop field, through pussy willows in order
to push north up the long sunken path to Vining Farm. A force five fish hook wiped out
the FRBs half way up, namely, Pancsi, Helen, Hairbrush, Bambi and Old Faithful.
We were then treated to a lovely little roller coaster of a path over twisty roots
and plunging into little dells flooded with rhododendron and ivy down through Vining
Copse, east to School Lane, and south to the gates of Lodsworth House.
Lots of chatter here and a bit of messing about around the Thank You sign before
someone spotted the way east down The Croft on to Gills Lane followed be a tough little
loop round by the church and back up.
Moving on now at a fair pace the FRBs made short work of the path south round Langham
Stables until I think we reached a regroup, before continuing west through Gosdensheath
Copse to arrive at a Ladies check.
I will not report the obvious cheap gibes about finding someone to do the checking
that were made by some of the pack, and we did have three ladies to do the business,
and they did it. So we were soon on our way again via New Barn into a biting wet gale
to reach the On-In after one hour and thirtyone minutes of wind tunnel hashing.
We thanked the hares for a great hash as usual by shouting Rubbish! and two reprobates
were singled out, Old Faithful for taking a long cut and Snake Charmer for JM disrespect
in connection with an impromptu regroup.
There followed a feeding frenzy around a load of hot cross buns that Pink Flamingo and
Dr Blood (I think) produced before we motored round to the White Horse in Easebourne,
where some continued feeding and others had a liquid lunch.
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