I really didn't think that there would be enough room at Pond Barn for us all to park, but park we did, with chariots poking out of every little bit of space on a grey cool nondescript sort of a day. Again our film crew were in attendance, this time consisting of four young ladies one of whom was intending to run with the pack, and we had one visitor "Goofy" from the Haslemere & Guildford. The on out was a little chaotic with few obeying the call to order and much disrespect during the Hare's tale.
Treefeller ask us to wait until the budding Spielbergs were ready, but a few started to check out the trail and the rest soon followed. After a bit of pratting about with falsies right at the start we found the trail south behind the barn just as a very Sweaty Butterfly turned up on her bike, just in time. At first it looked like we were headed back into East Dean but some "clever" (perhaps too clever) trail laying took us NW and on-up toward Wood Lea where a falsie had been layed over a stile that was being repaired by a very bemused gang of foresters. Over the ridge and down, we found a regroup outside a derelict building where much chatting took place.
After this breather we headed north into the heart of Charlton Forest where very quickly the pack lost all sense of direction in that green world of intersecting paths and trails with no horizon. At one point The Gnu overran a falsie, the rest of the pack blindly followed and in the process stumbled over the true trail which we then followed in reverse. Only one hasher did not overrun the falsie, that little "goody twoshoes" Goofy from up north, and so it was quite a surprise to meet him coming from the other direction at the top of the loop. After a bit of gesticulating and a "no, you'r wrong" conversation the sound of one crying "on-back" (in the wilderness) was heard, drawing the pack back to the correct route. After that, a few more checks without incident found us overlooking Pond Barn and an obvious on-in past the video camera of the Spielbergs who by now had managed to wake up and get their act together. Nominations came from The Mistress and included, "everyone" for much disrespect at the start and obviously Goofy for being such a smarty, however the Hashit was given to Treefeller for speaking out of turn at the start. We adjourned to that place that used to be a nice honest country pub called "The Hurdlemakers", but which now is mostly devoted to eating, and supped our ale in the garden. Thanks to Frances and Dr Blood for a good time on what I think was their first coupling as hares.