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918	2019-03-31 11:00	Vixen & 2 Ferrets Fighting - Clocks go on on!	Forestside and Stansted Village Hall	SU756121

The sun was trying very hard to break through the low level Stratus with variable success and a cool Westerly meant it was rosy cheeks for the modestly sized pack that assembled in the good old, non European, British Summertime.

It is tempting to remark on the gender of the Hares, both of whom identify as being female, and failing to recall the last time a Hash trail had been laid without male supervision, however in these days of heightened sensitivity I will refrain from doing so.

The only important announcement at the start was that the nice lady that looks after the Village Hall had loaned us a key so that if necessary we could make use of the khazi.

Then we were off South West past Forestside Farm and for a short while lost on a small loop in the trees on Warren Down before heading South across the meadow and under the grand yews on the Northern edge of Stansted Forest. Along the way a fish hook caught Old Faithful, The Ref, Bambi, Pocket Rocket, Bika, Flash and Snake Charmer.

Next we found our way generally West meandering through saplings on the Northern forest edge with Snake Charmer being a real FRB until Prancer realised that Deerhunter had gone AWOL. Failing to find him after a few seconds of hollering, in true Hash fashion we ran off, leaving Prancer to continue his search.

A few checks later, we emerged on the Ride that heads South and found Deerhunter along with Vixen and walkers, now it was Prancer who was lost ...... Dancer went to look for him while we chewed the fat and took a breather.

On the go again we were treated to the usual wander around the maze of paths in this area, like a Pacman on heat, through a triple fish hook for one, then two then three, imaginative.

Eventually the lure of the big carved seat proved too much for the Hares, where we had a regroup and a kind lady passer-by took a group snap.

Given the time that had passed, and our location, it did not take Einstein to figure out the way home: so we reached the On-In after a perfect one hour and ten minutes of arboreal hashing.

At the circle, as usual, we lavished praise on the Hares and for some reason Snake Charmer awarded a non existent Hash-It to herself.

We also were delighted to allocate a Hash-name to a very good friend (know what I mean?, nudge nudge, wink wink) of Dancer who hereafter will be referred to as Cupid. Cupid could have had the non existent Hash-It for wearing those stupid ear muffs all day, I asked her if her ears were cold and she replied "pardon".

The patio at the front of the Robin Hood was sunny and warm as we supped our ale and discussed the mysterious disappearing Hash signboard with Treefeller.

On – On ! Bambi

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