Hash Flash was a bit late and the
pack had set off into the woods and brown ferns they were
spotted.........On On
Tutti Fruiti had laid the trail on the previous beautiful Sunday afternoon and the day long rain had taken their toll on the biodegradable flour.......
Donna cast a rearward glimpse
"Is this the right way' as Brenda and Jean reconsidered...
Grant led the guys out of the
woods.......
As the lassies sprang into a
sustained run.....
Now the hashers set a steady
pace.........
Boy Racer fresh from golf triumphs
in southern Europe, sported his yellow jersey.......
What's this Dog Biscuit, flat out
in his yellow anorak followed by Hilary, Mark and George......
And flash past in a blurrrrrrrrr............
Grant sprints by with Donna and Brenda close behind......
And they maintain that pace with
ease.......
Dark Horse has been lost on some
devious 'go back tracks' and is now ahead of the pack.......
Running Sore takes a stroll
accompanying Jean to catch up......
As the leaders are well into the
Scots Pines.....
Yes, it's like junior tussock
grass on the Falkland Islands.......and Boy Racer is holding back the
girls...
Not for long as Donna sprints
ahead.......
And Mark catches up........
Gainfully followed by Grant,
challenged by the rough terrain.......
As the hashers blazingly make their way over the bracken and root stumps....
Back into the trees....
Now onto forest tracks where Rob
can get his teeth into catching up.........
And the hare, Tutti Fruiti breezes on.......
Hands on waists Mark; Hilary has
found a testing sign.......
OK, Hilary and Donna try the 'hands on waist' test to read the sign.....What could it be?
Yup, guys they've made their
point.....'Where's your waists?'
Ah Well..... On On
Is this a group grope..........
with an Ash twig?
Now its down through the ferns and
up the path.....
Into more dead ferns.......
But ahead the tree trunks lie in
wait.......
Boy Racer takes a rearward to view
Dark Horse while Donna whishes past.....
Dark Horse checks that the lens is
clean......
While Out ahead Jean and Brenda
make haste......
Jiggling behind a bare legged
Grant....
Back to the CP where the Circle
records the nights events and catches up with next week's
venue...............
But what of this ugly heap of
Trash
Was it Dog Biscuit's?
Or, Wine D Roads'?
Surely not the girls who left it
Maybe it was someone with maybe new shoes? 'Na, they've been in the washing machine' ....... On On