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| + | Image:2009-09-29_51_-0_IMG_1654.JPG|School church | ||
| + | Image:2009-09-29_51_-0_IMG_1658.JPG|A river separated me and the hashpoint from the north. | ||
| + | Image:2009-09-29_51_-0_IMG_1663.JPG|School 1 | ||
| + | Image:2009-09-29_51_-0_IMG_1667.JPG|School 2 | ||
| + | Image:2009-09-29_51_-0_IMG_1668.JPG|A public footpath! Barely a track through the woods. | ||
| + | Image:2009-09-29_51_-0_IMG_1671.JPG|Keep going. We are not the hash-horses you are looking for. | ||
| + | Image:2009-09-29_51_-0_IMG_1673.JPG|The M25 and a tunnel. | ||
| + | Image:2009-09-29_51_-0_IMG_1674.JPG|The hash-light at the end of the tunnel. | ||
| + | Image:2009-09-29_51_-0_IMG_1677.JPG|Bzzt. Bzzt. Bzzt. I am often tempted to wee on one of these. | ||
| + | Image:2009-09-29_51_-0_IMG_1679.JPG|I am the Guardian of the Hash. | ||
| + | Image:2009-09-29_51_-0_IMG_1681.JPG|Look at us galloping to the hashpoint. Nyer! | ||
| + | Image:2009-09-29_51_-0_IMG_1683.JPG|As close as I could get. | ||
| + | Image:2009-09-29_51_-0_IMG_1685.JPG|My selfish need for a grazing field may have denied you a hash, but I would still like to be your friend. | ||
| + | Image:2009-09-29_51_-0_IMG_1687.JPG|The hashpoint is approximately at the metal feeding bin in the distance. | ||
| + | Image:2009-09-29_51_-0_IMG_1689.JPG|Even blindfolded, hash-horses can smell your GPS, | ||
| + | Image:2009-09-29_51_-0_IMG_1694.JPG|Silly frown. Onward! | ||
| + | </gallery> | ||
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Revision as of 21:14, 30 September 2009
Contents
[hide]Wed Sep 30 22:12:35 BST 2009
School church
A river separated me and the hashpoint from the north.
School 1
School 2
A public footpath! Barely a track through the woods.
Keep going. We are not the hash-horses you are looking for.
The M25 and a tunnel.
The hash-light at the end of the tunnel.
Bzzt. Bzzt. Bzzt. I am often tempted to wee on one of these.
I am the Guardian of the Hash.
Look at us galloping to the hashpoint. Nyer!
As close as I could get.
My selfish need for a grazing field may have denied you a hash, but I would still like to be your friend.
The hashpoint is approximately at the metal feeding bin in the distance.
Even blindfolded, hash-horses can smell your GPS,
Silly frown. Onward!
Mon Sep 28 10:32:14 BST 2009
Rabbitfox is unimpressed with the use of a TomTom for hashing.
Disused train wash.
Geotrashing the right way.
Thu Sep 24 13:06:18 BST 2009
Tue Sep 15 20:14:41 CEST 2009
Entrance to the forest
Forest path
The first hurdle. "Please shut this gate behind you"... but a padlock.
"I can feel the hash!"
behind a fence.
The adjacent golf course
A convenient stile grants access.
The sign reads something like "Please don't come in". Not forbidden, just asking nicely.
Up the bluff to the hashpoint?
Why exactly does a golf course needs such a huge satellite dish?
Back down the bluff to the hashpoint?
Hash "field"
Slowpokes
Coordinates reached!
Two fresh silly grin recruits.
Hash sapling.
The reverse geotrash begins.
Contents: Book, coffee cup, first aid kit, and a calendar dated 1990.
An office portacabin by the entrance.
The mysterious bunker.
About the landfill and planting.
Reverse geotrash completed!
Wed Sep 09 00:00:49 CEST 2009
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