Scribed by Sparkly
High road, or Low road,, or any road but THAT road?
Parking looked as though it was going to be problematic when Wally & Sparkly first arrived at the already full Knockhundred Lane.car park. We nudged up onto the bank just past the entrance. Slowly but surely however, as the September sun rose towards its zenith, the previous occupiers were led back to their cars by their dogs and departed, creating enough parking in the end for the somewhat reduced showing for Hash 1934.
Ensuring that Hawkeye’s efforts on our behalf were not in vain were Uphill Gill, Trip Advisor, Virgil, Venus, Secret Squirrel, who brought along his daughter ‘New Angela’ to savour the delights of a PH3 Sunday outing, Wurzel, and the GMs. Sorry John had secured his parking space earlier and was already out on the trail.
Hawkeye completed his setting of the Hash with time to spare and brought Sorry John back with him – the first indication that things could go badly wrong. Sorry John had no way of knowing, but the GMs & the Hare had prior warning of ‘complications’ from Chastity Belt, who, despite her, tag is a somewhat promiscuous Hasher since she spreads herself out amongst GH3, PH3, Haslemere and Surrey, but always with the aptly named His Knees Are Buggered as her escort. We had learned from Chastity that Haslemere (H4) were also setting in the same area, but from The Prince of Wales Pub, our choice of refreshment venue post Hash.
On learning about this a few days before, communications between the 2 Hares ensued where Hawkeye learned that the H4 Hare would be setting in ‘hemp derivative’ which caused a bit of brain fog; none of us could even imagine what it looked like. Thus it was that Hawkeye had to make extra special efforts on our behalf – which he briefed us about. He showed us his fresh, pristine pet-bedding sawdust, then a photo of their Pot….sorry..Hemp, which looked very similar – and we shook our heads. How was this going to work? ‘You have to look carefully’, he said, ‘the texture of theirs is more ‘stick-like’ like shredded matchstick’. He declared that he had tried to steer as far away from their route as possible, but inevitably there was going to be some clashes, and that he’d laid his sawdust on the right – emphatically always on the right…except for when it was on the left!
With trepidation (and without any magnifying glasses to help us distinguish between the different media), we set off. Whatever might happen, it was a beautiful Indian summer’s day to be out in the countryside doing what we love.
Crossing the road from the car park we made our way out towards and along High Pitfold road which took us under the A3. There was a bit more road along Kingswood Chase before we could leave the black-top behind and enjoy the cooling shade of Kingswood Firs, with Virgil doing a sterling job of checking out most of the falsies for us. As a pack we arrived at the re-group point at Waggoners Wells together, except for Virgil and Venus who hadn’t spotted it. Venus was out of sight and earshot, but Virgil returned from a falsie questioning why we had stopped. Quickly rested we set off in pursuit of Venus, only to find her coming back from a falsie too. It was not long after that she decided she would let others check them out and take her rest. New Angela, Uphill Gill and Secret Squirrel variously took it in turns to find the way.
We circumambulated Cooper’s Stream and headed back towards Bramshott Common. Just before passing under the A3 again we came head-to-head with H4, some of them looking a little perplexed. It was comforting to know that they also had to be diligent about which markings they were following. The familiar territory of the Canadian War Memorial soon appeared, a favourite of our Hare, but still we could not second-guess him as to the direction he would take us. According to the Garmin capture it appears we passed within 400 metres or so of the thirst quenching Prince of Wales pub before heading home.
Verdict: This must have been a testing Hash for the Hare to set trying to avoid the same territory being used by H4, but he did a great job, because for the most part we did not stray onto their route, even though we found the evidence of it, apart from Virgil & Venus, who repeatedly called us On on one occasion, but let’s just say that we took the high road, whilst they took the low road…and though none of us got to Loch Lomond, V & V found and followed H4’s route for a while! Well done and Thank you, Hawkeye – no-one strayed or got lost.
In The Pub: The pub car park was full yet there was hardly anyone in the pub or garden. Sparkly overheard the barmaid explaining the reason to a young family that it was a Running Club who had promised 6 cars and showed up in 14 cars and a minibus! As I was ordering drinks and chips for our runners she asked me accusingly if I was from the Running Club? ‘Yes’, I said, ‘but not that one – a different club, and there is only 8 of us and we have had to park outside’. Hawkeye managed to claim 2 benches for us outside to enjoy the sun and sup our Hops Head, Fosters, Cider etc and chips – chatted about various Park Run achievements…and were joined by a short-cutting H4-er…it so felt like old times! We’re back, quiet August is behind us, so come on, seek out your trainers, join back in! You know PH3 is a great way to stay fit…put it this way – just as we were thinking of leaving, H4 started to turn up – a full 2 hours after setting off!