Sunday’s Hash at Puttenham Common started off a bit windy and with very few hashers in the car park right up until just before the start circle.  At least it didn’t rain.  No sign of Doug as, clearly, the lazy old bugger couldn’t be arsed enough to get himself out of bed to lay the trail at dawn. Fortunately, he left dear Marion behind to direct the pack on the On Out, waving loosely in the general direction of three or four wooded areas.  We jogged / ran / stumbled 400 metres west until taking a northerly bearing up towards Puttenham and passing Church Croft to the east. From Lascombe Farm we bore north-east to Little Lasccombe and then hooked west onto the North Downs Way, crossing the unwooded sections of Long Bottom and getting somewhat lost before Hillbury on Puttenham Common. We endured many false trails before navigating back from a westerly point to the car park.

  Now, apropos the title, it concerns me that whenever Mrs. G lets Uncle Gerry out on his own, as last Sunday, no one knows what might happen.  This time it was a call to the Fashion Police as none of us could see (but could hear) Uncle Gerry standing before us in the circle, as you can see he dressed for the day as a Belisha Beacon – very fashionable for wayward teenagers maybe but seriously not for an Old Phart.  Mrs. G please due some due diligence before you let this bugger out of the house on his own the next time. Or was he really meant to be sent to Care in the Community for the day?

Notable events were:

• Lord Raleigh’s birthday
• Petal turning up very much on time – he’s getting better they cry.  (No, it’s safer out here he says!)
• RHUM wearing shorts and severely regretting it (who’s idea was it to have a circle on the ridge where we endured a cold uplift and crisps blown asunder?).
• Jimbo (Bolshie) – for threatening groins with his extendable pole (well that’s what his wife calls it).
• Chris Peay (Tiller) for doing a sterling job with the beer and nosh – it gets better every week. 😊
• MasterBates for upping his fingering now that bandages have been removed.  Ladies you are now not safe (not that you ever were).
• Maddie, for putting up with a severely demented bunch of old pharts.  Bless her.
• Atty unfairly giving out Down Downs to the hares for getting lost, but arriving half an hour late might have something to do with it.
• J Arthur for putting rubber down in some off-road racing of Hans der Schwanz’s car.
• The hares did not know that the pub in Puttenham is not ideal for hashers on cold/wet days so we repaired to The Golden Fleece (a favourite of the GM) – Elstead where we were joined by Fleur D’Or, Chastity Belt and ‘Is Knees.

  On On,
  Hash Flash