Pinkery quite remote and we were glad to be following a camper van with an "on-on" sticker in the back window for the last few miles, as the road wound upwards into low cloud and mist. Once there, we found ourselves free from the modern trappings of wi-fi and mobile phone reception, which was great until we found ourselves in need of communication with the outside world as Paperwork wasn't feeling too well. There was a proper phone in the building for use in emergencies, but it was soooooo quiet that Paperwork and Sorepoint found it difficult to hear what was being said, but the outcome was that paramedics were dispatched to sort him out. Fortunately, following a precautionary ECG, all was well and the evening continued with a bring and share supper, lots of beer, Karaoke and chat. On Saturday morning, there was orienteering and after lunch it was the main Hash of the weekend with a long and short option. The long ranged anywhere between about 10 and 13 miles, dependi
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There must have been a horsey event taking place near Frying Pans Car Park, as we could hear a tannoy system when emerging from our cars. Perhaps this was why several hashers lost trail as they thought they could hear someone calling on on when, in fact, it was something entirely different? The pack started off together, but soon came upon a long/short/walk split with, confusingly, the walkers and longs heading off in one direction while the shorts went in another. Only four hashers braved the long and there was no chance of keeping up with Cousteau and Imelda, so Twin Peaks and I quickly found ourselves on trail alone. EJ had done a great job with the markings and we were able to navigate our way across a bog and through some woods without too much difficultly, but we did wonder where everyone else was. We came across another two long/short splits, but decided to stay on the short with a view to hopefully finding the rest of the pack. And we did. We found them at a sweetie stop.
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It felt like a decidedly chilly morning leaving Exminster, but with the heater deliberately turned on to cold for the journey onto Woodbury Common, we were pleasantly surprised when we got out of the car. Woodpecker had taken time and trouble to lay a walking route, but no-one was interested in it, so we all did the main trail, which wended it's way off the beaten track and into the trees on a number of occasions. Fortunately, Woodpecker had used large blobs of flour to mark the trail, usually on a conspicuous tree stump or thrown against a tree. There were a number of fish-hooks which the whole pack were encouraged to do, (unless they didn't want to) a couple of re-groups (which apparently you didn't have to stay at if you didn't want to) and a sweetie stop where we all enjoyed exceptionally chewy sweets and the peg(s) were changing hands quite frequently. The longs set off through a bog and back again to re-join the shorts before admiring the model aeroplanes bei