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Revision as of 22:21, 1 October 2009
Contents
- 1 Thu Oct 01 23:19:24 BST 2009
- 2 Thu Oct 01 23:15:03 BST 2009
- 3 Thu Oct 01 22:52:07 BST 2009
- 4 Thu Oct 01 22:44:00 BST 2009
- 5 Thu Oct 01 13:47:52 BST 2009
- 6 Wed Sep 30 23:03:15 BST 2009
- 7 Wed Sep 30 22:12:35 BST 2009
- 8 Mon Sep 28 10:32:14 BST 2009
- 9 Thu Sep 24 13:06:18 BST 2009
- 10 Tue Sep 15 20:14:41 CEST 2009
- 11 Wed Sep 09 00:00:49 CEST 2009
- 12 Wed Sep 02 18:51:09 CEST 2009
- 13 Tue Sep 01 21:28:40 CEST 2009
- 14 Tue Sep 01 21:23:11 CEST 2009
Thu Oct 01 23:19:24 BST 2009
Figuring out the best way to proceed
Thu Oct 01 23:15:03 BST 2009
These are not hash-sheep, but that is the hash-field on the left.
Public footpaths rule.
Coordinates reached!
Silly grins.
The freshly ploughed hash-field.
Thu Oct 01 22:52:07 BST 2009
Me in front of the Torchwood 3 Hub!
The Torchwood "main entrance" has become a shrine to Ianto Jones.
Torchwood, a.k.a. the Welsh Millenium Centre in Cardiff
Thu Oct 01 22:44:00 BST 2009
Sad at another failure.
GPS at the previous photo point, not the closest I got, but I couldn't take photos at their front door.
Thu Oct 01 13:47:52 BST 2009
GPS at the hashpoint
Face off.
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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