Starting from the golf club poses a challenge to trail layers to create a novel route
for our delectation, it would be nice to report that our Hares rose to this challenge,
however as the morning unfolded it was apparent that they had not.
Harsh words you might think?, but considering that our expectations of a perfunctory
perambulation prior to a preprandial beverage at the bar followed by an all the
trimmings lunch were more that met, our satisfaction was guaranteed.
Things got off to a shaky start as Prancer arrived with a broken leg after having had
a run in with an oil slick on a garage forecourt. Then Flash announced that in future our
nominal fee for social events would rise to ten nicker, mostly due to the uncertainty caused by Brexit.
The Hares apologised for the trail, Pancsi was sporting odd socks, "I have a similar pair at home"
he said, and then we all rushed off to the fifteenth Tee. Then the long path Northeast towards Fisher
Common would have been boring had there not been a fish hook at halfway that caught (big breath)
Bambi, Two Ferrets, Dr Blood, Hairbrush, Vixen, Panda, Spiderman, Canman
and Old Faithful, not in that order.
A Back Check at Fisher Lane fooled few, as most spotted the trail Northwest over the brown
tilled field towards Church Farm. Without hindrance the chilly wind was whistling over the flat
earth and full into the rosy cheeks of the pack as they encountered another fish hook, this
time Old Faithful, Two Ferrets, Dogwhistle, Canman, and Bika returned to the back.
A mere furlong further a fish hook for one sent Bambi back, ho hum.
Two Ferrets was now correctly predicting that we would be following last year's route in
reverse, so she started to get well out in front as we embarked on an anti clockwise loop
via Hunston back to the church.
En route our path was riven by a newly excavated drainage ditch, which some found problematic.
Thinking she was well ahead of everyone, and having a need, Two Ferrets took the opportunity
to find relief at approx SU862017, however she had not allowed for Bambi's alacrity, almost
providing a mutually embarrassing full moon experience.
Excitement over, the pair discovered the long On-In via the Fifteenth Tee again after one
hour and ten minutes of breathless Hashing.
Bambi looks forward to this venue because it is possible to have a luxurious hot shower,
he has one every year whether he needs it or not. This year he lingered too long and missed
the circle in the bar. Apparently Two Ferrets was given the Hash-It for exploiting her trail prediction.
In no time at all we moved from the very warm bar to the temperate atmosphere of the dining
room where we found a seating plan and individually prepared menu choices surrounded
by wine and crackers, amazing!
The excellent food was delivered most efficiently, Bambi's luck was in because he was opposite
Old Faithful who hates Sprouts, more for Bambi!.
Towards the end of the meal Prancer made a few attempts to make a coherent "thank you"
speech, not totally succeeding, much to our amusement.
On On ! Bambi.
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