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8782017-09-10 11:00BikaCathrington Lane Car Park SU694144

Suddenly it's autumn, the trees have not quite realised it yet, but the sky is grey, the wind is cold the lanes are muddy once again and the Christmas cards have arrived in the charity shops.

An early vehicular false trail by Spiderman resulted in a delayed start during which Bika entertained us with a review of his marks which somehow involved The Number of The Beast, can't remember why?.

There were no newbies or visitors, thus we were soon on our way and after a brief flirtation with falsies to the west we discovered the trail through All Saints cemetery, past the pirate headstones and out onto the eastern pastures.

"Oooooo, ponies" exclaimed Tumbletot as she made a bee-line for a paddock to gaze into equine eyes the other side of an electric fence. "Yelp!" went Belle as she discovered the fence was live. Toot, toot, toot went Kinky as his horn called us north then east down the slope to a re-group near Down Road.

West then, back up the slope, cutting across Lith Lane, to the strains of something from a modern opera from Vixen in her slightly husky alto voice, reminiscent of Lauren Bacall, however no one was whistling.

A harmless padlock on the steel gate at the top caused Pancsi and Splasher to be temporarily deluded into thinking that it was locked before we dashed across the fields, with Prancer puffing away at his vaporiser, to the back of The Farmer Inn.

No beer here, yet, across the road and south-west on Ham Lane to Tagdell Lane, where Bika made an executive decision to shorten the route due to the passage of time and an ever increasing thirst.

There followed a charge down hill to Lovedean Lane where the speedy found a fish hook that caught Kinky, Pancsi and The Ref.

At the junction someone had kindly discarded an armchair for Prancer to rest his plates and watch the rest disappear towards Hinton Daubney.

Most of us knew the way back from here, which was just as well because the trail had been ploughed up moments earlier. So it was east to the bottom of Catherington Down and the tough climb to the top to admire the view of the pylons marching into the distance, before reaching the On-In after one hour and twenty minutes of electrified hashing.

At the circle we talked about many things, Dogwhistle's dressing gown revelation, electrified dog, stuck dog, lazy dog, and just had to give the Hash-It to Spiderman for forgetting the way to the car park.

Just a short walk and we returned to The Farmer Inn, this time to apply ourselves to the serious business of Apres Hash in the Lounge Bar which soon became our sole preserve.

On – On ! Bambi.

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