A morning of two halves, monsoon and chilly for the hares alone,
then costa del scorchio as the Hashers arrive at the recreation
ground where you can't play with your hard balls.
No visitors or newbies so nothing to note before the off except Spiderman
now needs two Nordics to keep erect and avoid knee tremblers.
With doubts about washed out flour we were ushered North on the very
overgrown FP over the common to the head of Woodberry Lane. Old Faithful
and Pancsi for some reason chose to risk life and limb by checking a long way
West on the busy Emsworth Common Road while the rest favoured
the relative calm of the lane.
Here, the obvious tarmac proved false and then Dogwhistle sniffed out a
trail, parallel but over, under and around countless fallen trunks in Shuffles
Plantation until we broke out at the Sussex Border Path.
The Hares, being terrified of venturing into the bad lands of Hampshire were
forced to take us North East on the long slog to Stansted Saw Mill. The
predictable Fish Hook here caught Old Faithful, Pancsi, Bambi
and a reluctant Dogwhistle.
With the mill at our backs we headed East through South Coopers Wood
to the Garden Centre car park, along the way the well known lothario
who is Old Faithful tried his best chat-up lines with a buxom lass
whom he encountered, to little effect.
Heading South into The Groves, the front runners enjoyed the moist
woodland path followed by a dusty flat thrash through the stubble that they
arrived at a regroup at The Flintstones well ahead of the rest. To kill time
Bambi engaged Spiderman in a debate on the B word, after only a short while
it was obvious that they were Nordic poles apart.
That's about it, through the zinc plated Kissing Gate, over Aldsworth Common,
then North past The Cricketers to reach the On-In after one hour and
thirty five minutes on a long hot Hash.
At the circle we thanked the hares, and nearly censured Dogwhistle for poor
fish hook observance, and Vixen for hanging on to the Hash-It for so long.
The aforementioned was, in the end, presented to Prancer (a Hare) for
misdirecting Pancsi (a JM) so as to lure him into running through a stream.
It remains a mystery as to why a hasher of experience would believe
a word of Hare-speech ?.
The pack returned to The Cricketers for the usual.
On On ! Bambi
See: SM's attenuated track ... AND ... photos
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