A generous sized pack of 26 gather on a fresh but sunny morning in the busy Lambdown CP for a classic Dr Blood & Pink Flamingo trail. The hares told us a sorry tale of a fellow co-hare who had disappeared and not returned; could we keep a look out for her? They also warned us about leaves and tree roots (in a forest, they joke, surely?) and flying cyclists. They didn’t warn us about steep hills but we guessed we were in for some of them; would they take us up the steep slope or the steeper slope? In fact they took us up the steepest, directly up the close packed contours of the Lambdown Hill. Only Dasher and Emma had enough energy to engage trot speed up this.
At the top we turned left and stayed on the ridge for a while. After catching a few falsies – some uphill and back down, others downhill and back up, both equally tiring – the pack found itself well spread out across the hillside when the trail was finally discovered back down its steep slopes. With her youthful energy Emma was thoroughly enjoying herself galloping down the slope contemptuous of tree roots and fallen branches. It wasn’t either that caught her out though but the camouflaged ditch at the bottom, and the poor girl fell heavily onto the track grazing hands and knees – the latter quite badly – but fortunately no broken bones. Mum Vixen walked her back to the car and the medical kit.
The rest of the pack set their backs to the cars and continued up into Wildhams Wood. Bambi was ever present with his camera; at one point he urged a few of us to pass him so he could snap us in a particularly photogenic pool of sunlight, oblivious to the calls of “on back” behind us. After posing, we then returned to follow the hares up the opposite track, only to see them all returning again – did the hares forget or deliberately mislead? We were after all on the correct path first time and Bambi had a second chance for his photo of the year.
With apparently limitless energy Dasher continued to check out unlikely trails. At one point he checked out one falsie twice (for why?) returning the second time with a trophy – a skull – could it be the missing co-hare? More hashers turned up with trophies – Olive Oyle with a witch’s skeleton, Sinbad with another skull and skeleton, and Jack with a bloody severed hand found sticking out of the ground. Perhaps a lost party of Hallowe’eners?
The trail continued across country again following flour blobs through the scattered autumn leaves. The pack seemed to find 2 separate routes here leading to 2 separate checks. Only insistent calling from hares Dr Blood & Pink Flamingo regrouped the pack on the “official” trail. The hares continued to make inventive use of the compact area of Wildhams Wood, sometimes on paths and sometimes not until, at about 12:15, the pack split into those determined to follow the whole trail and those who had already built up enough thirst. Both groups eventually reaching the southern corner of the wood and returning along the road to the chariots.
In the circle JM Bambi admonished Spiderwoman for failing to carry the hash-it, and Dasher for checking the same falsie twice. He would have berated Bogeyman and Two Ferrets Fighting for short-cutting if he hadn’t been guilty of the same offence himself! He then invited Dasher, Olive Oyle, Sinbad and Jack into the circle to show off their ghoulish findings. None of the above though were awarded the hash-it, which Bambi instead presented to Emma for her spectacular forward dive, and this was an opportunity to christen her with the hash name: Tumble Tot.
On-on to the Barley Mow which was busy and consequently service was rather slow, but they do have a good choice of real ales. Weather still warm enough to enjoy our refreshment in the garden.
On On! Kinky