Although not present, the hands of Old Faithful and Pru were evident in the freshly treated
Hash memorial bench on the boundary of the Lavant cricket pitch. A fine coat of protection
against the summery rain that had drenched the Hares but luckily not the
Hashers as we gathered around the bench.
Not a large number, were some nursing a head after the success of a soccer team the night
before?, perhaps, however quality is always better than quantity. There was a "haven't
seen you for a while" welcome for Tigger, Panda, and Flash and a "Hello
There" welcome for newcomer Jasmine.
Who would have thought that one small dog, Aragorn, tied to a tree could make so much
noise, enough to drown out the hares as they told us about, well I am not sure, I could not
hear, it would have been rubbish anyway.
I can't say we rushed off to start Hashing, it was more like a slow transition from standing
around nattering to jogging in circles looking for a trail. A bit of scratching around revealed a
trail north, over the little bridge and up Marsh Lane. A bit of a slog this, no chance of any
checks for a long way, so it was no surprise to reach a fish hook after a bit of a leg stretch,
which caught Bambi, Snake Charmer, Bika and Jasmine.
A check just before the pumping station saw us head south on Centurion Way and into the
houses to lose the trail on Lavant Down Road. Most of us wandered round for a bit and
continued South on Midhurst Road, no flour, no hope, no clue, traffic fumes, no joy.
At the first opportunity we cut back into the houses to continue on Churchmead Close, and
who should we see but Popeye, late as per usual, "just wandering about" he said.
A little more wandering and there!, in the distance the rear end of Spiderman clanking along
with his firmly grasped poles, obviously going the right way, hooray!.
We followed in his wake, across the road by the Church, towards the schools and South West
across the field to Lavant House School, I have tried those pole things and just trip over them
all the time, but Spiderman knows how to handle his, at least that is what Spiderwoman says.
I think there was another fish hook in this part, it caught the same four as the previous, with the
addition of Flash. Then we went South right through the riding school where very likely at that
moment Olive Oyle was instructing someone on how to dismount gracefully.
A regroup on The Devil's Ditch and we had a "say cheese" opportunity before
cutting East and North up Centurion Way. Bambi got way out in front here, but was cut down by
a cynical fish hook for one, which relegated him to the bottom of the pack.
This left Bika, Jasmine and Snake Charmer to get to the On-In via the rear of The Earl of
March after just over one hour of back yard hashing.
Out came the picnic hampers, chairs, rugs, begging dogs, popping corks, and collapsing
chairs, as we joined Tigger and Canman who had put their towels on the sturdy Hash Bench,
ignoring the faded "wet paint" signs.
In amongst the distanced revelry, we thanked the hares profoundly for the local tour and
awarded the Hash-It to Dr Blood for refusing to participate in the provisioning of his and Pink
Flamingo's hamper and then having the temerity to complain at its contents.
Substandard turned up with his geriatric dog for a quick can before we each drifted away
gradually until only the smell of wood preserver remained.
On On ! Bambi
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