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| + | Image:1978-11-27_51_-0_IMG_1695.JPG|The dried-up river bed. | ||
| + | Image:1978-11-27_51_-0_IMG_1696.JPG|The hashpoint. Maybe I'm Moses. | ||
| + | Image:1978-11-27_51_-0_IMG_1698.JPG|Cake, hashscot and GPS at the hashpoint. | ||
| + | Image:1978-11-27_51_-0_IMG_1721.JPG|Making a wish. | ||
| + | Image:1978-11-27_51_-0_IMG_1729.JPG|Happy Origin Day To Me! | ||
| + | Image:1978-11-27_51_-0_IMG_1733.JPG|~2m inaccuracy. | ||
| + | Image:1978-11-27_51_-0_IMG_1734.JPG|Former Bramley and Wonersh station. | ||
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Revision as of 22:04, 30 September 2009
Contents
Wed Sep 30 23:03:15 BST 2009
The dried-up river bed.
The hashpoint. Maybe I'm Moses.
Cake, hashscot and GPS at the hashpoint.
Making a wish.
Happy Origin Day To Me!
~2m inaccuracy.
Former Bramley and Wonersh station.
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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