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Report 1476
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HARD CHEESE FOR THOSE WHO FOUND STILTON TOO RICH AND SUBTLE
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Another first class trail; very irritating for the scribe. It is so much easier to fill the space with a diatribe than with laudatory comment....
One thing the hare did not achieve was to keep the pack together: I have seldom seen us so spread out, with so many (apparently) off flour. Ear Trumpet stuck to his own January 5th trail, which led him astray; Dormouse came in from the east instead of the west; and most of the pack were still out somewhere, 20 minutes after the front runners were in.
In an approximation to a pre-run circle the hare warned us that his trail coincided in places with someone else's wood shavings. Ah, we said knowledgeably, Pistoffen. But what I at least did not know is that we have a membership overlap of sorts via GH3; some of them run with Pistoffen. So it was we saw Supa and a friend on a splendid short-cut, as we thought; not at all, they were on the rival trail. Otherwise the sawdust confused no one, but the flour did; we lost Dormouse and Velcro to a zig-zag set of checks and solutions in a wood, whereas Short An short-circuited the lot, as did other sapient or smart-arse hashers. This success was short lived; the next check was very foxy, and foxed us all for a good while. At this stage therefore we were more or less together; thereafter the fast set took over, with the Cunning Linguist to the fore: his turns of speed, his ability to go completely wrong and nevertheless rejoin us, his prolixity about the trail once back at the bucket, are all worthy of Popeye. (Where is Popeye these days??)
I am as usual unable to say where we went; a right-hander certainly, which took in as I suppose, staring at the map for inspiration, Squire's Great Wood and Winterfold, but did not (I think) reach Friday Street as had been rumoured.
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Many years ago I used to pore over maps in the hope of verifying where we had been; but one grows older and "wiser", realising that most such attempts are illusory. (How about you, dear reader?)
So nowadays I play word games as I run; Velcro is an anagram of Clover (which is where she is?) and Clover can be reduced to Lover, Over, O'er, Or, O! which are all perhaps relevant words..... Well, one has to keep the grey matter active......
Glow-worm was as surprised as I to find ourselves running past the Knitting Circle quite late in the run; superb navigation by someone... For a moment I thought Dr Death was leading the Knitters back to the bucket at the end, at a gentle stroll, but no: he had behind him more active females, such as Mrs Robinson and Arfur, with the rear of this group of relaxed and leisurely hashers brought up by Invisible Man. So if they, taking it easy, could find the home trail, what happened to everyone else?
Doubtless as a result of the philippic in last week's sheet, we had today a very good turnout indeed, which is an attractive compliment to Stilton; but it may also help explain how we came to be so separated. The car park was far too small for so many hashers; people were parked all over Westcott. Chipmunk got back in good time, with Layby and Bert, but preferred to buy beer rather than drink at the bucket, perhaps in protest at our drinking mild instead of bitter. (Why have the super-markets gone off the large plastic containers once their stock in trade?)
Cool Box put in a rare appearance. Her job change means she has a new e-mail sddress, given overleaf for anyone thinking of joining her ski trip; but for most of us, January means the 1500th!
ON ON FRB
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