Run	Date	Hare(s)	Description	MapRef	1:50000	1:25000	1:10000
Run 541	24th October 2004	Miss Perfect and Dogwhistle	Barnham Wilkes Head	SU943052

Old Faithful led the way and the trail seemed to be going back to the chariots. At 10 minutes this would have been the shortest trail in hash history but as we approached said vehicles the rucksack and its use became apparent. A check had been laid next to the chariot park and the true trail led us up a trail and into the countryside. A few more checks and then across a field until we came to a ford. No, not a motor vehicle dear hasher but a place where a weary hasher can cross a river. Fords are fine but a bridge would have been nicer as the water was a bit cold. Your Humble Scribe was contemplating the depths when Bambi came along and leaned forward with arms outstretched. At this point a gust of wind blew him along even faster and the out stretched arms managed to propel aforementioned scribe into the river. (This accident is known in non hashing circles as a push). However as we live in a world run by running dogs of capitalist imperialism where justice has no flag, he did not even get a mention in the nominations for the hashit due to the fact that he is a JM!!!

So the pack trudged across the field to the next check where an impromptu regroup was held due to the fact that Buster was falling behind. As soon as we had regrouped we followed the only trail to find it led up to a gate with a falsie and the true trail was back the way we had come and for some a recrossing of the river. Although it is fair to say that some wise souls figured out that the trail was on the other side. (This is known in non hashing circles as luck).

So down the trails we went and then onto the country lanes around Eastergate.

At one point The Can Man said we were approaching his wood which did make a few of us suspicious of collusion but it was not to be as we turned off through a football pitch and then back on to the roadways. Again clever use of back alleys and lanes meant that we recrossed the main road twice (earning ourselves a green cross code badge) without any fatalities and seemed to be in the vacinity of the chariots. With few cries of On On we suddenly came upon the car park and we were home. A little muddy but almost bang on time and kept neatly together.

So the pack gathered and discussed nominations but the hashit was awarded to Sinbad for (a) constant compalining (b) making the pack wait whilst he got changed and (c) because nobody could think of anyone else to give it to.

A clever run using new territory, well done those hares!!

Humble Scribe