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939	2020-01-19 11:00	Dr Blood & Pink Flamingo	Ambersham Common New Road	SU912194

This was a high pressure Hash, actually the highest air pressure since 1957 brought a frosty morning and azure sky.

Under no pressure, our Hares for the day and our new JMs seemed their usual laid back selves as they welcomed newbie Alwyn and warned us about ice, mud, roots, etcetera.

Just in case some mamby pamby Hasher complains about some minor injury like a broken leg or fractured skull, Dr Blood announced that he now has a medical kit and knows how to use it.

Only just in time Bika arrived and almost too late Popeye arrived but soon we were charging off West on Heyshott Common on our best behaviour because Head Boy (Haslemere) was with us.

But then it was all stop, turn around, head East, across the road, up the path towards Long Copse, where Two Ferrets and Jenny had found some flour on the ridge. It turned out that they had bypassed a chunk of trail, however to the dismay of the Hares we all followed like a shoal of fish, with so many shortcutters no one individual would be guilty.

We followed the ridge North on the muddy sand and sparse mixed woodland, Kinky giving the odd blow of horn when he could get his lips unfrozen from the mouth piece. To make matters worse his shades kept falling off his nose, toot toot drat, toot toot drat.

Turning West to recross the road was not easy on account of the bog along the verge, Grasshopper toyed with the idea of testing the thickness of the ice but thought better of it before clambering through the mud like the rest.

Now we continued on the old railway line, with quite a sprint developing amongst the fitter until the trail swerved off to a regroup North of Little London. Here amongst the stumps of recently felled beech we had a natter, Head Boy told me about the new strict headmistress that has arrived at his school, "it is going to take a bit of getting used to" he said, rather me than you, I thought.

Restarting, we clambered over and around beech trunks down to the footbridge over a Rother feeder stream only to find it blocked by a false trail mark. Some, including yours’ truly, managed to cross the water by other means to find the trail continue on the far shore, most others kept their paws dry and crossed the bridge.

On the other side we headed South, back under the rail track and followed Snake Charmer to the inevitable upstream recrossing of water.

This time many tried the short vault to avoid crossing a bridge that was out of bounds, with Spiderman producing an excellent impression of a Pope giving thanks for landing safely.

The last bit was an easy peasy amble East on the loose sandy paths lined with prickly blooming gorse and short tough heather.

We reached the On-In, and sight of the Chariots, after one hour and twenty minutes of crisp cool hashing.

At the circle we named Jenny as Sonic from henceforth and gave her the Hash-It to boot, for participating enthusiastically in all of the mass misdemeanours of the morning.

We retired to the garden at the Unicorn, with a limp Jack up the flagpole and our backs to the midwinter sun while we sipped politely on our beverages.

On – On ! Bambi

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