This was the annual Azalea Run, hared as usual by Man Magnet.
Obviously we all know where the trial has to get to eventually, but our hare led us astray very effectively by some devious false trails. I found myself in the company of a few FRBs orbiting around the Isabella Plantation in some sort of endless loop, before we finally homed in on the regroup point for our group photo amongst the azaleas.
The return trail was just as devious with a tricky back check on the way out of the plantation. But eventuality we all got the drink stop near the park gate for some excellent wine, accompanied by a feast that Mad Cow or Butt Plug would have been proud of.
The trail as shown here is only an approximation of what the hare actually set, due to the tricky bits mentioned above. Azalea trail
After the usual down-downs our RA for the day, Mad Cow, performed a naming ceremony for the hasher now known as Breast Stroke. (Sorry, I missed the incident/comment that resulted in this choice of name). See photos for a video of her naming ceremony.
Pleasant trail through Richmond Park hared by Dingo and Sally.
On-trail services provide by KMA, whilst hares sorted out some excellent sangria for the drink stop.
Usual down-downs, including a visitor from the US whose hash name was something like 5$,5$,5$, and one for a returning Eric the Viking. Whatever next!
Thanks due to Ryde and Tablewhine for stepping in at short notice to hare today’s run, due apparently, to lack of illumination in the Kensington Gardens area, where Pope had originally intended to set a trail.
Anyway, always good to revisit my old home stomping ground on the Brentford trail, and the lavishly refurbished Globe.
A not-too-challenging trail (5.9km) set by Mudgee Smuggler around the delightfully posh neighbourhood of Primrose Hill.
The hare also provided a drink stop on some random canal boat that he had somehow commandeered on the Grand Union Canal. Reportedly, he had procured all the drink for <£10 at Morrisons. Who would have guessed?
Down downs for all the usual suspects. Hopefully our singing did not upset the rest of the pub’s clientele who were apparently attending a wake!