Run	Date	Hare(s)	Description	MapRef	1:50000	1:25000	1:10000	More
965	2021-08-15 11:00	Bika and Woo Woo	Creech Wood Denmead	SU647113

If you are a meat eating sort of person, a good Shepherd's Pie usually follows a Sunday Roast. This Hash was a bit of a Shepherd's Pie run, it was a re-hashed Hash of one that the hares had laid the previous Monday for the Portsmouth lot. Two of this mornings pack had sampled the Monday Roast so were in a position to foil the Hares, however as it turned out, being the jolly decent folk that they are, they promised not to give anything away. This could have been a cover for the possibility that they did not have a clue as to where they had been before.

Do Portsmouth use the same markings as us?, no, (actually ours are probably unique, hem hem), so this Shepherd's Pie was made out of some soggy flour in unfamiliar formation and some fresh familiar flour, what a recipe.

Again, not a large turnout to consume the pie, which although it would be nice to see more Hashers, does make it easier to achieve distancing during a time of slowly rising infection. Just imagine the bad press if one of our Hashes became a "super spreader" event.

There were no new Hashers, and even Philip managed to find us after somehow not noticing the big green sign with Creech Woods emblazoned.

Cartographically speaking these woods are featureless, a rather flat hill top remnant of the ancient Forest of Bere bisected by a narrow country road, great for Hashing as one bit looks much like another, difficult for scribbling a description of where we went, so this will not be attempted except in very general terms.

From the chariot park we headed North East down the gentle slope of Bunkers Hill and then East on what was to become a clockwise tour in the trees. Although we could not see them, not far away, on the fields of Glenfield Farm, the Overlord Show was in progress, with a gathering of over 300 period military vehicles and pretend soldiers. Drifting through the pines came the aroma of the re-enactment grilling of hundreds of burgers for the GIs and giant sausages for the Panzer crews.

Meanwhile we headed South along the course of a stream, twisting in and out between the roots of large pines, exposed, laid bare by the erosion of flash floods all caused by climate change caused by too many cattle farts caused by too many people wanting to eat meat, so there!

One amongst us, a vegetarian?, I don't know, who goes by the name of Romping Donkey came to grief in these roots, a trip, and a thud, and an "ouch!", followed by "I'm okay", "I'm okay!", followed later by "I'm not okay".

Heading West now we were making for the road near Creech Lodge, and meandering through the gloom beneath really high pines, an area that is littered with the half buried foundations and floors of WW2 temporary buildings, who knows what secrets lay beneath us as we wandered around looking for a trail. We did get to a fish hook that caught Romping Donkey, Snake Charmer and Showjumper before we reached and crossed the road.

Now we headed for Wiggs Wood and suddenly found ourselves out in the open, with brightness above, squinting for a while until our pupils contracted. The short distance across open fields to the tiny collection of cottages at Upper Beckford seemed like a long slog, not helped by an overly "friendly" dog that gave it's attention to Showjumper before its owner placed a muzzle on its chops which she just happened to be carrying.

A regroup at the cottages gave Romping Donkey time to complain about here injured leg, apparently she was now getting spasms, spasmodically, as you do, but no sympathy it seemed.

North up Apless Lane and then East back under cover to discover a well constructed swing that proved too tempting, it turns out that there are two sorts of Hashers, "Pushers" and "Swingers".

A straightforward run back to cross the road followed, which saw us well spread out as we reached the On-In after one hour and twenty minutes of Shepherd's Pie hashing.

A mini circle presented the Hash-It to Bambi, for ignoring a fish hook that looked like a Hubble shot of a crab nebula.

A few then retired to the tables outside The Harvest Home where the nice waitress gave me just what I needed.

On – On ! Bambi

See: Track ... AND ... photos by Bambi