The day was cold yet sunny and the usual suspects turned up to be bussed to a secret location. Dog Whistle’s granddaughters (Hash Princess and Carina) were also in attendance and the JM’s regaled us with hazy memories of the pub quiz, gravity and valentine declarations of love.
The hares were Kinky and Thumper who advised that love hearts could be found on some false trails which could be swapped at the end for treats. We were then shipped off up the road to the Oil Well to start the A to B hash.
Following blue lipped mumbles about the climate being less than tropical, Kinky got our muscles working with a fine rendition of Father Abraham, with Dag and Bambi showing off their pelvic thrusts - not for the faint hearted!
The trail was laid with sawdust rather than flour which seemed to flummox the pack who were still looking out for white blobs but Old Faithful shot off to get the first false heart.
As usual, I had no idea where we were but we criss crossed and went round in circles through the woods until we found ourselves well and truly on the SDW. The competitive spirit was in abundance as hashers fought to go down the false trails with Bambi it seems being lucky in love having gathered 8 hearts. At the circle, chocolates were given to those who had a heart - do any hashers have such a thing? Hash-it nominations were for Kinky for having less of an idea where the trail was than me but it was awarded jointly to Pru and Thumper for spending the hash in the pub. What sensible ladies! We then all retired to The Partridge, Singleton where Splasher spoiled us at the bar.