Only one JM present so Bambi started the circle languidly as befitted this fine day, introducing our visitor from North Hants H3, Steve, aka Dick Head (who said “head”?). As the hares were about to give us guidance and the usual lies, Old Faithful and Prue arrived in a style that underlined that this was the warmest day of the year so far – purring up in their polished, open top Beamer – with the interesting registration number CH03 HHH.
The early part of the trail was marred once again by mischief makers scrubbing out the flour but it reappeared once we got off the main path. It’s too easy to report (again) that Dag was quickly lost on her own trail. This time she interrogated a couple of passing muggles as to what flour markings they had seen.
Hare Pancsi kept muttering cryptically about help soon being at hand. What he had in mind soon became clear when we arrived at the precipitous bank of a stream with flour indicating the trail continued on the other side. The “help at hand” was a strategically placed abseil rope anchored to a tree. Seasoned hashers are always sceptical when they see such beguiling flour but having checked out all other possibilities on this bank, the pack reluctantly began the crossing.
Another regular occurrence on hashes recently is late arrivals catching us up; on this occasion it was Mussolini who caught up just in time for our second stream crossing. This time the banks were not quite so formidable and there was no help at hand.
Everything seemed to come in pairs on this trail, so after 2 stream crossings we got 2 fish-hooks. The first caught out Old Faithful, Mussolini, Dr Blood, Dick Head, Kinky and another – I got so confused because 2 of the hares, Snake Charmer and Dag, were standing around waiting for number 6 – what are hares doing so close to the front? And there had been some discussion that the fish-hook was upside down! By the time we reached the second fish-hook this discussion broke out again and so heatedly that the whole of the pack caught up before the group of “hooked” ones were prepared to set off back... ah well... job done.
Lavington Common is a great area for hashing and these hares know how to put together a good trail, add to that the great weather, and a very contented pack arrived back at the car park ready for the circle. Bambi listed the day’s sinners: Spiderman for allegedly kicking Belle; Dag for asking muggles the way on her own trail; Mussolini for only running with us occasionally; Dick Head for making an excuse of studying cows when he twigged a fish-hook was around the corner. Dag was the final choice.
The hares suggested the Forester’s Arms for the après-hash but when we got there it was closed so we moved on to the White Horse round the corner, and sat in the sun enjoying our well earned refreshments. It’s what Sundays were made for.
On On ! Kinky