A bright sunny day ideal for a barbecue and Bambi, Old Faithful and Prue were setting up the tables outdoors when I arrived, and all hands were called on to help out. A quick count up of heads in the circle revealed there were 26 of us, not counting Dog Whistle who arrived late, but including the return of the Barty family: Horn Blower (with his home-rolled post horn), Sweaty Butterfly, Catheryn, Jamie and 6 year old Lucas. The only thing I remember of what the hares said (who listens to the hares?) was to look out for a “sting in the tail”.
Pretty blue Cornflowers were a feature of the early part of the trail, those and lots of false trails. I noticed Horn Blower found a lot of these, and Olive Oyl. She was particularly fed up after pushing her bare legs through a thick patch of nettles only to find the falsie mark the other side! – I wondered why the hares were wearing long trousers.
After a mile or so the trail almost returned to the start which needed hare Old Faithful to do some careful re-laying of the out trail before we headed off in a new direction. More fields, some woodland and some tarmac, and always false trails and nettles.
The young Lucas was an enthusiastic hasher keeping up with the pack and setting the standard for calling, his piping treble out-doing the horns for audibility. But for a while in the middle of the trail we didn’t hear him, then suddenly there he was holding the next check point, an FRB at the front after all.
We completed the 5 mile trail at a respectable 12:20. The sting in the tail? Of course it was another stretch of head-high nettles and brambles to bring us back into the village.
Everyone was thirsty and hungry, the food was hot and the drinks were cold so we moved straight into party mode leaving the circle for later. Many thanks to the team of Prue, Tigger, Thumper and Soapbox for manning (personning?) the barbecue and getting all the side dishes and sweets ready. And thanks also to everyone who brought along the side-dishes and sweets. It was a great spread with lots of variety... and sweets to die for...
And, as is traditional, the raffle followed with the usual groaning table full of... stuff... some desirable and some... do I remember seeing them last year?... and no-one can “pass” on a winning ticket!
On to the circle where the nominations for the hash-it were Olive Oyl for suffering the stings and arrows of outrageous nettles; Horn Blower for having a bigger horn than Kinky’s (all I can say is that size isn’t everything); Lucas for bravely crossing the cattle grid, and also because he was bitten by a fly; and Catheryn for new shoes. But the hash-it wasn’t presented to any of them.
Instead it was presented to Canman who has agreed to take on the role of On-President taking over from the late Roger (Doc) Freeman. A popular choice.
On On ! Kinky