How many hashers make a Hash?, well, on a sunny spring morning we tested the
lower limit of the answer to this question. It turns out that as long as a cheerful handful
of reasonably able bodied bods turn up then great fun is to be had.
We set off South squinting into the morning sunshine and expecting soon to be on the
beach and regretting that we had not brought our buckets and spades. We never arrived
at that broad blue horizon because a sharp turn east then north took us through Shrubbs
Field, where Sunday morning soccer was in full swing, to St Nicholas's church.
The Hares had promised a short trail, which was just as well because getting this far had
taken a while, as you can imagine, more falsies than checkers much of the time. So,
working up a bit of a sweat, we charged up Lucking Lane seeing green fields ahead and
assumed that we would soon be out of the burbs, only to find the trail swerved west back
along the very pleasant tree lined tarmac of East Avenue, Harefield Rd, and Ancton Lane.
We took a while sorting out the falsies at the Yapton Road roundabout to find the little
loop on to Silver Birch that at last took us into the green green grass of the Eastern end
of Larksfield Recreation Ground.
Here we could see and feel early spring in all its glory, a haze of light green buds on the
trees and that crisp coolness in the air, slow to warm despite the sunshine.
The trail was obfuscated along the Northern boundary path, weaving through bushy hazel,
and included an unneeded fish hook that caught Bambi, Dr Blood and Pink Flamingo.
We now entered Worms Wood, which must be one of the few accessible bits of forest
in this area, small but perfectly formed for hashing, on shady
paths through oak, ash, maple and birch.
The Hares made the most of the path network here, too many turns to recount here, and
making our way generally West to emerge under the open sky at the Larksfield Skatepark.
The nearby play area has an adult sized zip wire, so it was not long before we were all
having a go. Speaking as a person who prefers to be identified as masculine, Bambi
found that the chain on the seat presented a small challenge to avoid interference with
his natural tackle, however once this was dealt with the exhilarating
zip ride was great fun, totally rejuvenating.
Oh yes, back to the Hash, well, not much to say really, it was very much back into the
houses, Montgomery, Merlin, Mourant, Friary, Sundale, to reach the On-In after fifty
three minutes of a hash with many contrasts.
At a small circle we thanked the hares, then searched through many possible reasons
to give the Hash-It to Dr Blood, finally settling on how we find his habit of just calling
"on!" and raising an arm to be in breach of rule 42 which mandates that
the words "on! on!" be used.
Next, and finally, we walked over to The Beresford where the Sunday Roast had attracted a
crowd into the dining room leaving the sunny garden all to us, the few of the few.
On – On ! Bambi
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