We have had several lucky fair weather days over the summer,
now it's time for the short straws, with another decidedly moist
morning under the wide grey skies of the Sussex plains.
On the injuries front, Snake charmer arrived with an attention drawing
bandage on a shin apparently covering a nasty gash caused by a
hockey ball, while Canman was eager to test his once broken leg.
On the subject of attention, Hashers were very interested in the EV
charging points in the car park, especially when Vixen backed in
and got switched on, so easy.
Before the Off our JMs drew our attention to themselves, that is there
are really two distinct people and not a single oscillating androgynous gender bender.
Nothing from the Hares except to point us away from the road and into the
heart of Concierge Camping, to find soggy flour alongside Bosham Stream heading
North North West. This whole area is littered with springs and small ponds, water
above, below, and blowing from the side, being a four eyed git Bambi has more than
the usual problems seeing anything, Dr Blood forsakes his specs and seems to blink
frequently, not being accustomed to raindrops hitting his mince pies.
We emerged to a check on Southbrook Road and continue apace on the slick path
towards West Ashling, a longish stretch this, with the wind behind and soaking
backs, punctuated with a fish hook that caught
Old Faithful, Dr Blood, Pancsi, Pink Flamingo and Flash.
Some shelter presented itself in the lea of the tall trees on Mill Road,
opposite The Richmond Arms, before Kinky found the On Trail to the
South West towards the Old School. In retrospect, this must have
been a relief for the Hares because a later part
of the trail was just a few yards to the East.
We spent quite some time exploring School Dell, losing the scent amongst
the slithery wet roots on the far side of the Cricket Pitch. Mysteriously some
really fresh dry flour appeared heading North, which took us right through
the one bedroom detached residences of Pig Town Estate, Flash said
"what about the smell?", to which someone responded
"don't worry the pigs won't mind!".
Crossing the drive to Balsam's Farm we found a regroup and the FRBs
fanned out along the hedge to shelter from the driving rain before we continued
North on the claggy path to reach a fish hook that caught
Kinky, Flash, Pocket Rocket and Old Faithful.
We had a few sombre moments ambling through the tombstones in
Funtington Churchyard before making a one hundred and eighty degree turn
to slog all the way back to West Ashling alongside
the multitude of puddles on Watery Lane.
A much needed regroup at the Duck Pond gave us time to observe the Swans
and Cygnets while Canman did some rummaging in the
undergrowth for used beverage containers.
Resuming the exposed ploughed field action we headed East to Sandy Lane
with a final fish hook catching Kinky, Pancsi and Old Faithful.
Now, with over one hour having elapsed, we embarked on the path South
through East Ashling Farm and the further Copses, possibly un-hashed territory.
Thus without anyone really knowing where we were we came upon the On-In
after one hour and twenty nine minutes of very diluted Hashing.
We took unneeded rehydration from the bijou bar at Concierge Camping, nestling
under the canopies on the veranda, we thanked the Hares for a novel route and
presented the Hash-It to Pocket Rocket for being the muddiest Hasher by far.
On On ! Bambi
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