Hash 1474

Somewhere in space many miles above Earth ( about 20 Kenometers!) – Translation by Alien Google

“Regor, we are over that strange planet where those odd beings exist”.
“Pihc, what place are we looking at and are those strange beings in the scope”.
“We are scanning a place called Mar-Low lord, and indeed the strange beings who travel in those little pods and then move along on their two uprights making odd noises are indeed in vision”.
“ Pihc, what noises are they making”.
“ Our data receptors tell us it is OnOn lord”.
“ Who are these weird beings? Let us move away from this accursed place immediately. Set a course for our galaxy”.

For anyone who knows West Street car park it is a given that it is going to be a struggle to park up a large number of cars at around 7.30pm.

And so it proved to be. Having been round twice and luckily spotted a lady twirling a set of keys I reversed and waited, guarding the forthcoming space as other expectant motorists waited to pounce.

Soon after, Keyboard was seen rushing to and fro directing parking operations whilst staring menacingly at anyone to, having returned to their vehicle, then lingered.

Some idiot tore into the car park, ignored the direction arrow so perambulating in the wrong direction. A few choice words were shouted before it dawned that this seemingly blind or just stupid motorist was in fact Scribbler homing in on an available space.

The words of wisdom or otherwise, together with the sad confirmation of the lack of chips, were duly dispensed by Sooper, our tour guide and then we were off.

The on on was called up Oxford Road with some shortcutting through Platt’s forecourt with various degrees of success. After a short hop, we were ushered right into Riley Park where Hashers proceeded to check just about every possible path & direction before being called left and around the park to exit onto Cambridge Road where we barrelled on to emerge on Queen’s Road to gaze at the welcoming sight of The Duke of Cambridge, apparently the home of the Marlow Hash.

Leaving the Duke behind with one last lingering glance, we sallied up the adjacent road to meet the first genuine footpath.

This seeming interminable track led onwards, ever onwards, before at last terminating at a right/left junction whereupon our Hare gave us a choice of either but, after dutifully listening to his reasoning, we all went left to emerge on Chalkpit Lane facing The Royal Oak. Two pubs already and tongues by now hanging out!

On up to the green where, upon crossing this, Sooper announced the long/short split.

Our party of shorties ran, jogged, walked on gently down through woods to a path junction where, after much deliberation and a cursory glance at the map which, later in proceedings we realised was upside down, we followed Klingon who had shot off straight on. It was soon realised that this was a cock up and, having retraced our steps, we hooked a left, checking at more path junctions before emerging at civilisation and, after checking that we had the map the right way up this time, taking Springfield Lane which led gently back down to the Henley road.

After searching for alternatives and finding none, the democratic decision was taken to go left along the main road and back into Marlow where, at the car park, we found Klingon who had gone straight down Happy Valley instead of following the flour.

Back to The Ship where briefly chaos reigned until the wise call was made to head to the garden whilst casting dark glances at the kitchen from which that staff of life chips do not come forth.

Many thanks to Sooper for an excellent run.