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913	2019-01-20 11:00	Kinky & Old Faithful	Heyshott - Unicorn Pub	SU899180

A rather subdued and select group gathered in the pub car park, not quite sure if it was a cold or just cool morning, some with folded arms under layers and others displaying their knobble knees.

A brief call to order from our brand new JMs was followed by a welcome to Head Boy (Haslemere) and then a few usual lies from the Hares before we ambled, half heartedly north west towards St James's.

Pocket Rocket, Snake Charmer and Bambi checked north on the New Lipchis Way to find a falsie, however standing on tippy toes it was just possible to make out the words "On" and "In" just ahead, so there was something to think about as we returned and tried to catch up with the pack, which was milling about west around Legg's Farm.

Here BLTN Bika arrived claiming to have been held up by Reginald Molehusband and his Volvo on the A272. With his assistance we were soon on our way west towards Hampshire Copse having negotiated the shiggy at the start of this foot path.

Some of the FRBs would have got well away if there had not been a fish hook near the stream just below the copse, which caught Two Ferrets, Bika,Dr Blood, Vixen, Bambi and Pancsi.

With only one way out of the small wood the token falsies therein did little to delay us, as we soon found ourselves on the long claggy path to Sage Barn surrounded by green shoots of Winter Wheat and taking most of the soil with us on our soles. There was another fish hook in this stretch, unneeded, as no one was making rapid progress with two ton feet.

We now descended into the ravine of Coster's Brook where in places the depth of the bog could swallow a Hasher whole. No one took the falsie towards St Catherine's seriously and eventually we found a sketchy trail north east alongside the water trampling with gay abandon on stichwort, red campion and bush vetch, then on comfortable deep leaf litter along a coppiced avenue basking in winter sunlight.

An impromptu re-group brought us together before crossing Mill Lane to continue north into Heyshott Green and the challenging stagger down the stream bed, skipping left and right to keep paws dry, well almost.

The hour had passed, with little sense of being anywhere near the chariots, a predictable moaning commenced, mostly Splasher, and our pace slackened as at last we turned south east to arrive at Marsh Pond.

We stopped for a quick group snap on the bench by the pond before heading more or less directly back to the pub with renewed pace, having previously seen the On-In, which was reached after one hour and thirty eight minutes of dogged hashing.

At the circle, Belle's bad behaviour and Bika's unwanted trip were mulled over, however the JMs gave the Hash-It to Splasher on a charge of transport malpractice too boring to recount here.

Then, still warm from our exertions, we supped al fresco under a deep blue sky and watched a cyclist repair a puncture.

On ? On ! Bambi

See: track