Run	Date	Hare(s)	Description	MapRef	1:50000	1:25000	1:10000	Aerial
Run 610	24 June 2007	The Doc and The Chamois	Flexham Park Riverhill Riverhill Lane	TQ005213

If you thought that hashers would be deterred by a little moisture then you'd be right.
Only a few fanatics fought their way through the Festival Of Speed traffic and the rain of one of the wettest June days on record to the edge of our regular stamping ground.

The prospect of bounding around in virgin territory was just too good to miss and this could be seen in the happy faces of the hashers as we milled around waiting to start, and waited, and waited but no sign of a master of ceremonies.
Eventually the hares grasped the metal and instructed us to gird up our loins and get hashing while the flour was still visible.

I would normaly try to give a rough description of the route, however on this occasion I have no idea of where we went.
The trail lay entirely within the woods with no recognisable landmarks, and there were several checks with multiple ways out.
Some of the checks were on the edge of steep drops or just beneath steep climbs both of which result in a reluctance by hashers to check anything out.

Despite all this the small pack did manage to find its way round without any help from the hares, even managing to figure out a crafty bit of re-laid trail near the end.
The only grumbling seemed to come from Can Man who failed to find any cans, and from the hares who thought that we were taking all together too long to get round.

Old Faithful lead us in by a long way after guessing the last couple of checks correctly.

We returned to the news that Godiva had eventualy made it to the start and that she and Dogwhistle (also late) had set out in the hope of catching the pack.
However there was no sign of the pair, and we were about to organise a search party when a van arrived and out they popped.
Having become lost and disorientated (no change there) they had thrown themselves on the mercy of a local resident who had kindly given them a lift.

All this was forgotten about, as Dr Blood announced that he had brought "cake and drinks for all" and proceeded to dish them out.
Such was the feeding frenzy that no one remembered to award the Hash-it, at least I cant remember if it was awarded.
Then we retired to the pub "down the road on the left, you cant miss it" where we ruminated over the mornings activities and The Chamois devoured the tastiest looking ham sandwich that I've seen in a long while.

All in all a cracking good hash in virgin territory, thank you muchley you hares!

Bambi.