“The trail is One and On,  I make no excuses, it was pouring with rain all morning while I laid it” etc etc.  This made it a reasonably quick hash because the One was not too far down the trail - which was good as we wanted to be back before dark and Epic was the hare.

Out of the pub and left, or was it right?  Flour was found in both directions which caused the pack to fracture.  Zorro was hard to convince that he had gone the wrong way and the hare promised to look at the flour he had found once back at the pub.  Left and left again before turning through the playpark and zigzagging to Bottom Lane before turning West and setting off towards West Hendred. We didn’t go straight there, of course.  We turned South  and went through the trees at Park Hill Row and then turned West and headed down towards the brook.  The steep descent was the driest I have ever seen it so not too difficult to negotiate.  The tricky bit was at the end where Epic Fail stood on the bridge declaring “None shall pass” because he wanted people to go through the water.  Well, it was water on the near side.  By the time the few intrepid explorers made it to the other side they were in deep, oozing, mud.  The more sensible ones who don’t like running in wet socks just ignored him.  But Ringer, Wilson and Zorro squelched for the rest of the evening.  There were a lot of excuses but Pressganger just said “NO”.  Straight and to the point. 

Over the brook we turned left and went to West Ginge before heading further away from the pub on the road.  Then we turned towards Ardinton and went through Maypole Clump.  On hitting the farm track we turned back East towards Red Barn and West Hendred and crossed the stream at West Hendred church.  Here we were met by the leading walkers.  Was it Rear Admiral and Big Stiffy or Statler and Waldorf?  Was it time for a re-naming?

The trail led down the road and right onto the footpath that brought us into East Hendred by the school, back past the cemetery and into the pub car park.  And it was only 8.30pm!

The pub did us proud, opening the kitchen for us and providing huge trays of normal chips and cheesy chips. Maybe if the landlord had seen the way Epic was stretching in those Super Girl pants he might have wanted us out earlier.

He was so determined to make the pants look worn that he didn’t notice RSB sitting  near him and elbowed her in the head!

A naming!  Ringer was struggling for a little while as his bad toe meant he couldn’t walk and think. But the beer had made all his ills go away and allowed free reign for his imagination – oh dear!  Rose is a chemist and likes gardening.  But she had been seen ringing out clothes on a previous hash so is now known as Scrubber.

The Yellow Shorts were passed to A Cruel Joke for going to America to watch the golf.  Or maybe for bragging about it so much before he went.

The Super Girl Pants went to Gatecrasher for not going through the water.  Lots of people had avoided it but Gatecrasher started to make excuses whereas Eric and a few others just admitted it!

The Green Shorts went to Eric because word had gone round that she has missed seeing them and they complimented her green coat.  She was rather affronted at this.  Will they ever be seen again? 

Great Trail, Epic, surprising amount of flour left after all that rain.

On On

Hare: Epic Fail

Hounds: Lemony Snicket, Wimpey, Big Stiffy, Hotlips, Ringer, Dingaling, Zorro,  Eric, Gatecrasher, Rear Admiral, Buzz, Northern Soul, Rubber Sole’s Buddy, Pressganger, Wilson, St Bernard, Henry V, A Cruel Joke, Baby Slapper and Rose

Distance: How long, Epic!!!

Date: 2 June 2015