Beware! trail layers, eager hashers are turning up very previously, Bambi had only just
taken a sip of the coffee that had been stewing for hours in a thermos when Two Ferrets
Fighting turned up and wisely declined the offer of a warming cup.
By the time Bambi had pored a second cup of the black oily liquid the whine of an electric
motor heralded the arrival of Vixen and Prancer. Vixen had just last week completed The
London Marathon, during which Matt Campbell had collapsed and died after 22.5 miles.
She had pledged to run the remaining 3.7 miles in his memory, so she set off to cover
some of the distance before the Hash, because it was not going to be that long.
Proceedings commenced with a welcome for newbie Louise and her two canine creatures,
as Prancer commented "soon we will have more real hounds than hashers".
He then waffled on for a while, something about how he has been too busy at work to even
help demolish the Berlin Wall, but not to worry because now he will spend more time on a
host of activities all starting with the word Hash, at least that is what I think he said.
In contrast Bambi said very little as he invited the pack to start off with a jump over the
tree trunk on the path to the North.
There followed a short out and back track that brought us back to the southern border
path just East of the chariots. Here we were joined by a late Bika and one more four legged
friend, Aragorn, at least we had been spared the incessant yapping at the start, as well as the barking.
I normally bore you and myself with a turn by turn account of the route, not this time you will be
relieved to hear. Let us say that we followed a more or less anti-clockwise loop reaching the top
of the ridge above The Droke, due North of the chariots.
The going was dry, mostly under a brilliant green canopy of newly sprouting leaves with springy
pine needles and last years leaves underfoot. Along the way there were two fish hooks, the first
caught Snake Charmer, Kinky, Bika and Splasher, while the second caught Kinky, Snake Charmer
and Prancer, so you can work out who were being FRBs.
Around a quarter of the route was on deer tracks with ankle pricking brambles that gave rise to
a great deal of shortcutting by those trying to avoid blood loss due to the lacerations.
Some time was spent attempting to identify a bug with long antennae that landed on Two
Ferrets Fiighting's glove, yes it was cold enough to need gloves, and Deer Hunter required
a great deal of restraint as the deer were finding it hard to avoid us.
We reached the On-In after fiftyeight minutes of rather chilly hashing.
At the circle our JM wanted to censure Bambi for laying falsies with more than three dots
until it was re-affirmed by those present that no such restriction applies in our non existent rules.
Next in line, and recipient of the Hash-It was Splasher, the most prolific of the shortcutter fraternity.
We then called at The Partridge in Singleton where the first to arrive managed to find space in the
warm bar while the rest were consigned to be part of the cool gang in the garden.
On On ! Bambi.
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