Panda, Flash, Isla, Jon, Liam and Ryan.
There was bags of ultra violence beaming down through a clear blue sky as we
gathered in the remaining eastern edge of what once was the large Royal
Forest of Bere, yes that's Bere not Beer.
No visitors, no virgins, no rush as we tapped our feet waiting for Snake
Charmer's chariot and it's passengers to arrive, which they did, just as
we had run out of hashing small talk.
Flash mentioned something about fish hooks before pointing us in the
direction of the on-out as Panda tried in vain to stop him giving so much away,
as she said at the time, he is a bad boy and should have his bottom smacked.
Apparently she has just finished reading that popular book Fifty shades of Hashing.
The first section of trail was pretty straight forward with Old Faithful and The Ref
leading us north west parallel to Manor Lodge Road accompanied by the odd toot
from Kinky's magnificent horn.
All came to a grinding halt as we reached the tee junction that has the small bench,
with Dag and Pancsi coming back from straight on and Canman and Kinky from the left.
Eureka!, there is an obscure trail behind the bench, north east through a bit of
thicket, I'm not sure who found it, it emerges on the main path north west up
Horesefoot Hill.
Some went charging off up the hill while Old Faithful overran a falsie east into
more thicket taking a bunch of Hashers with him. Those that followed OF turned
out to be lucky as the others ran into a fish hook for six which caught Jon, Dag,
he Ref, Dr Blood, Bambi and Kinky.
Continuing up the hill, and just a check later!, another fish hook, caught Dag,
Pancsi, Old Faithful, Snake Charmer, Pink Flamingo and Bambi.
Next a long long run west with Snake Charmer ahead, a little dot in the distance
until she reached the shiggy at the top end of The Avenue. A bit of slithering
around before heading west to reach the small pond, but no Splasher today so we
go right past and south into Long Wood where Kinky once again noticed the thing
bouncing around on his chest and gave it a blow.
The obvious path home from here lured us all into passing a twisty, narrow, rooty,
shady way east through the middle of Furzy Plain which we eventually found to
reach the On-In after fifty four minutes of sunny day hashing.
At the circle we noticed that Pru and Soapbox were absent. Just as the worry meter
was about to give a reading they turned up, and were disappointed to learn that
they had not missed the JMs jokes.
After thanking the committee of Hares in the usual way, we considered the relative
seriousness of Old Faithful overrunning a falsie, Flash mismanaging the leverets
(Liam and Ryan) and Snake Charmer's tardiness. The cheerometer awarded the Hash-It
to Old Faithful.
It was just a short hop over to The Staunton Arms to sup reasonably priced
beverages under the umbrellas.
On On! Bambi.
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