Run	Date	Hare(s)	Description	MapRef	1:50000	1:25000	1:10000	More
945	2020-07-05 11:00	Two Ferrets & Pink Flamingo	Lavington Common Car Park	SU949187

From a dictionary - "Bubble - used to refer to a good or fortunate situation that is isolated from reality or unlikely to last". It is either that or "a sphere of liquid enclosing gas". I was ruminating this as I joined my hash bubble at a Spiderman allocated time under the pines and oaks of Lavington Common car park on a bright breezy billowy clouded day.

In keeping with a low key return to hashing there was no signage, so it was entertaining to see other bubblers speed past the entrance to the car park, remembering its location but just too late to brake and make the turn.

This was the second attempt to Hash with anti virus behaviour, this time with two bubbles and staggering starts, yes, we know, the starts are always staggering.
The Spiderpeople were absent, having gallantly stepped aside when the bubbles overflowed. Others may have been disappointed, however more than two bubbles might be a step too far at this time.

As with the previous hash there was an air of nervous excitement before we headed out into the very non urban environment of the common. No wide avenues here, potential encounters with non hashers likely, thus with a mantra of "stay alert!" rattling around the empty space on top of our necks we sallied forth under the eagle eyed Pink Flamingo (result of a genetics experiment).

After a brief flirtation with a false trail to the North we hit good flour to the North East along the edge of the heathland on an avenue of mature pine with gnarled killer roots underfoot, a test of concentration.

A lady dog walker at the start of this trail was obviously startled as our bubble met her, luckily she was our only close encounter of the morning, however such collateral damage is something to ponder on.

A check at the ancient drainage ditch gave way to a continuation East on The Serpent Trail, a series of quagmires through a mass of rhododendrons with false or no trails to left and right aplenty.

We could easily have run on to Duncton Common because some kind person or persons unknown had obliterated the trail North to Long Hanger.

Pancsi said "this always appens ear", meaning of course that commonly on this common some commoners compromise the carefully concocted convergence of conglomerations of cake constituent, creating confusion and consternation amongst the congregation of co-operating cavorters.

Try saying that with a mouthful of Cream Crackers, but look away from me.

We had a little regroup at the tall but flimsy fence that bounds the clearing at the top of the ridge above Long hanger, one of many impromptu regroups needed to maintain a perfectly formed bubble and have the natters that are not possible when underway.

Now we headed West through a series of well laid checks towards Main Wood, delightful running in the green dappled light of high pine along channels through head high bracken, each taking turns at making the right choice.

Usually in these accounts I have more to relate about individual behaviour, however much of the time the others were not visible, the need for good loud calling comes to the fore in this "new normal" and I can report that this bubble at least performed well in this respect.

We crossed Cathanger Lane and made a small loop in Main Wood that brought us back to the common.

Now we could hear the second bubble, close by, which necessitated a period of silence until they drifted away leaving us to the easy going through tall sedge and hazel scrub, reaching the On-In after fifty four minutes of effervescent hashing.

After, we got spaced out in a glade off the car park to rehydrate. None of the usual circle behaviour. Presently the second bubble returned and also got spaced out. For a brief while we flirted with advice, as it was hard to distinguish the bubble boundary, then the bubbles gradually deflated leaving a few of the usual late leavers as suds in the glade.

On On ! Bambi