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Est 1983 - ON PRES: Robin Low

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8872018-01-21 11:002 Ferrets Fighting and Old FaithfulHill Brow/Durford Heath SU790262

Two Ferrets succumbed to last minute flu, thus at the crack of dawn the remaining Hares, with tons of flour strapped to their backs, fought their way through a snowstorm in Durford Wood and pondered on two unknowns. Would anyone be able to see the white on white? and would anyone turn up to start looking anyway?.

Amazingly, by the time they returned to the chariots the snow was rain and The Ref was already there to greet them.

By the appointed hour there was a quorum of sorts, a small gathering of hardy Hashers waiting in the rain while Bambi went on and on about his frozen hands. Vixen suggested that he should try thrusting them between warm thighs and as she retreated added "but not mine matey!" , still it's the thought that counts init.

Before we could start hashing Prancer subjected us to a round of This Day In History, something about Lorena Bobbitt cutting off Donald Trump's willie on the maiden Concorde flight. Also with no useful information from the Hares, we exited the car park via the southwesterly path that was rapidly turning into a gushing stream bed.

Soon we were meandering around on Durford Heath, with Spiderman being unusually active, obviously savouring the conditions. An observation that can be made is that Splasher wears the same style of clothing whatever the weather, cap, cotton sweatshirt, and knee length shorts, today this garb seemed inappropriate, however he looked to be a happy Hasher.

Now Bika got lucky and found the trail through several checks as we moved East through the Southern edge of the wood into Rogate Common. Snake Charmer asked "are we nearly there yet?" and was dismayed to learn that we were not even half way through.

Bika's reign in the front came to an end as he was tempted up a long falsie towards Canada Cottages while the pack continued East into Tipsall Bottom.

Now there was very little actual running going on, sodden clothing, deep mud and exposure was taking its toll. Poor old Pocket Rocket was getting it in the neck from his mum for wearing his top around his shoulders and Spiderman was giving a lecture to Prancer about not doing enough checking, and still a long way yet to go.

Heading North towards Combe Hill the occasional sound of road traffic raised the spirits with the thought that we were heading for the chariots at last. No such luck as yet another Old Faithful off piste adventure took us South into Long Bottom.

Here there was much grumbling from the pack and talk of a lynching; to save their lives the Hares had to lead the pack directly home from here.

After one hour and thirty seven minutes of character building exertion, a bedraggled pack reached the On-In.

A swift presentation of the Hash-It to Spiderman for having the temerity to lecture a JM was followed by variously successful attempts to change into dry clobber before the rush to The Jolly Drover.

Presently we had ejected a young family from the seats near the blazing log fire to let Pancsi and Hairbrush steam their backsides while we drank to forget, forget what?

On On ! Bambi.

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