Spot Dolly Rawhide OrganGrinder BGB Brian and his mate (sorry. The name’s gone. See me) Lemming Mother Theresa Chopstix TinOpener Miranda Potty Nutcracker Honeymonster HeyBabe Jill Ms. Whiplash Eth Salome Cap’n Haystax StickyDicky Iceman Bopeep Dumper Septic Lonely and Beaver Paella TT2 Zebedee Florence Foghorn Cap’n Y-Fronts ……………and me.

"No you didn’t. Now get on with the Gobsheet!" Ah, the voice of the Muse perched on my shoulder. It pulls me back into line if I wander off the subject. So; to return…

After I pinned him in a corner and threatened to kick his dog Lonely very kindly offered to take round a dictaphone, to record the events on the trail. This promised to be quite interesting since Spot and Dolly had laid on a train for 11:22 a.m. to take the Hash to either Bramley or possibly slightly further to Basingstoke. A novel idea I must say and full marks to them for thinking of it. We usually Hash in a circular direction so once you’ve guessed the route bias you more or less know where you are going. Detraining at a railway station and knowing there aren’t any short cuts concentrates your thinking and there were a few pursed lips and lined brows at the thought. Although Salome and Miranda had things organised from the outset – see Down Downs. The train arrived – the Hash entrained – we went and had a bit of an old sit down.

After the On Out the tape gets all breathless, with the sound of Lonely’s slapping feet and the occasional pant from the faithful Beaver. Paella was noticed chatting to Spot in order to minimise the false trails. Bearing in mind her previous boasts of running her first half marathon this is a little sad. A once fine athlete…etc. Lonely waxes poetic as he observes the blackberries near the railway line ("probably radioactive", he ponders). BoPeep found the trail down a private farm road just before the first regroup. Here, Jill is spotted with a bumbag bursting with water bottles, mobile phones, makeup, several pies, two dead pigeons and a copy of Asian Babes. It’s not surprising Lilo decided not to come. He’d probably have had to carry all the loo rolls and the blow-up bed! (I found out he actually didn’t attend because he got ratted on Saturday – nice one, Jools). Now by this point TT2 had got well and truly lost and poor Dolly had to go and look for the bugger. And a merry chase he led her too. There's always one. The rest of the pack streamed across a narrow right of way through a (still being) ploughed field. They had their ‘share’ of fun, then, although there were some ‘furrowed’ brows….

"I won’t tell you again. Get on with it!" Sorry Muse. Got carried away with the ploughing jokes.

A point about Septic here. Apparently, she didn’t stay for the Down Downs because she wanted to get home and do some gardening! Oh, dear!

BoPeep officiated as RA and presented the following :-