The pre-booked sunny day was delivered on time as quite a throng gathered at the Enticott Estate each with their recycled raffle prizes and edible contributions for the feast to follow.
We had visitors from Stockholm (Malibog and co) and some newbies to help us understand the Hares complicated instructions.
So off we jolly well went, left at the front gate and charging off towards the Leisure Centre, straight over the first check without noticing it to find what many thought was the first check just past the bridge over Lidsey Rife.
Usual division of labour here resulted in the majority of the pack finding the trail along the left bank, a loitering group of ladies, and Old Faithful miles away on a falsie.
Then along the boundary of the cricket field, back over the rife and into the no-mans land just north of the Leisure Centre.
Some hesitation here as Hairbrush who was being a real FRB couldnt believe that he was on trail and headed back towards the pack causing an increase in the usual confused state.
Next it was briefly out into suburbia just south of the Golf Course before heading up North Rd which was in a lovely shiggy state and saw the pack pussy footing round the puddles to emerge on Hoe Lane heading east.
Hornblower was being the FRB now as we took the footpath south and then east towards Flansham Rd but then a sneaky little back check saw the pack reversed and heading south again through the houses. Suddenly we found ourselves at the Beer Break on the verdent lawn of Chez Hairbrush and judging by the alacrity with which the beer was consumed it seemed it was sorely needed. vPredictably the pack was reluctant to move on from here but eventually made its way across Felpham Way and south into a lovely cooling sea breeze and thoughts of running along The Prom.
However no one got the prize for being first to see the sea because we were taken, via a few meanders, almost directly to the on-in and then to the unmistakable aromas of Treefeller's BarBQ. The remaining time honoured rituals played themselves out smoothly in the afternoon sunshine.
I have no recollection of the nominations, however Spiderman (a.k.a Memory Man (not)) reckons that Humble Scribe was mentioned, Louise and Sweaty Butterfly for being SCBs, Godiva for not carrying the Hash-it, and Vicky needing to wear a sports bra next time.
In the end it was Miss Perfect's honour to pop her head through the brown ring for admitting she had not done it for about five years, which can't be right.
Lets hear a round of applause for the Joint Masters letting us use their joint and laying a great trail, Hairbrush for the BB, Treefeller for the BBQ and everone else that did their bit to make such an enjoyable afternoon.