In 1337 the Hundred Years War started, at least this is what Thumper
announced to the gathering in the crunchy gravelly sports club car park,
under a bright sometimes sunny sky. Inevitably, someone asked "when did
it end?".
We had a visitor, a friend of Dag's by the name of Caroline, and Tigger's
ticker was working well enough to allow a bit of strolling around.
Hairbrush then ushered us on to the sports field to scamper around just
as Mussolini arrived almost on time.
An anticlockwise arc on the edge of the field, alongside the cricket boundary rope,
took us to a gate on to Beaconsfield Close. One small problemmo, it was locked.
So while we waited for Hairbrush to let us out we had time to wonder about how
much tarmac bashing we would be doing in this built up area.
A key at last! which unleashed us into the streets of down town Middleton.
Bika, Dr Blood, Kinky and Snake Charmer felt a lot of fruitless pavement before
we headed north east, crossing another lovely patch of green, to arrive at St Nicholas
church, where the yard was festooned with red "Happy Birthday" balloons,
which must have been left over from Christmas.
Here we crossed Elmer Road, north, to another green bit at the end of Lucking
Lane where the check and falsies had us all over the place.
Time for Canman to have a good rummage, alas, to no avail, can count so far,
zero, no litter louts in Middleton, such a tidy place.
Back into suburbia, west to the mini roundabout on Yapton Road, Where Bika
was not best pleased to find that he had rechecked the tempting FP west when
Bambi, Bogey Man and Dr Blood omitted to mention that they had already explored it.
The trail was west though, along Silver Birch Drive and the north into the big
open field south of Worms Wood. Here the pack was lured down a long false on the
southern perimeter while a few, Spiderman, Thumper, Bogey Man and Dr Blood,
found their way to a re-group at the entrance gate to the wood.
At the restart we were treated to some very pleasant hashing on an
anticlockwise loop through the young Poplars and Field Maples which provided
dappled shade to what was turning out to be a warm sunny Sunday.
Passing the small pond, where we had to restrain the girls from a bit of mud
wrestling, passing the skate park with its curving ramps, we made our way south
on tarmac, across Middleton Road to reach the chariots after one hour and four
minutes of surprisingly green hashing.
At the circle we showed our appreciation to the hares as usual and mentioned
Bambi (caught taking a leak), Hairbrush (the locked gate), and Snake Charmer
(why not?). Mussolini was the favourite though, for being seen stretched out
on a bench.
We then retired to the patio of the club bar for a Booze and Bask afternoon.
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