Run	Date	Hare(s)	Description	MapRef	1:50000	1:25000	1:10000	Aerial
Run 621	25 November 2007	The Can Man and Mr Bean. The Cricket Ground	Heyshott Common	SU895185

"Have a banana" he said.
Hardly had I dismounted my chariot and Dr Blood is thrusting a fruit into my paws.
"Thank you" I said, "I'll smoke it later" as I joined the reasonable size bunch of hashers awaiting the off.
It was nice to see that Simon had returned after a long absence.
Eventually Mr Bean and Can Man started on their customary vocal ramblings, something about horses, and something about women wearing tartan.
Finaly we were wound up, pointed in a northerly direction and released like greyhounds out of their traps.
You would have thought that after 620 runs, the pack would know better than to believe the hares, however after running for 5 minutes in a northerly direction without seeing any flour it was obvious that we had been sold a dummy.
So back we came and found the trail to the west over Heyshott Green and then north to Oatscroft.
The McDougal was ever so frugally laid as we found our way east on to Heyshott Common and regroup just south of the old railtrack.
Although no one mentioned it, we had managed to lose Old Faithful somewhere along the way...
ho hum ...
no volunteers to go back and look for him.
After a bit of a chat we trundled on up to view one of Dr Beeching's cuts before heading south to Hoyle and over a sneakily obscure path to the west to the small footbridge.
For some reason the pack made heavy work of the check, needing a nod and a wink from Mr Bean to find the way out...
which took us over a freshly ploughed field that folowed us out on our soles and around the corner to find the on-in.
Old Faithful had faithfully returned and at the post mortem was nominated for getting lost, as were the hares for loosing him.
Dr Blood received the honour, not for all the bananas, not for the bright green footware, but for carelessly saying he had not had it for a while ( the Hash It that is).
After a round of applause for the hares we retired to the pub in Heyshott where we found a welcoming woodsmokey fire.

On-On Bambi
Humble Scribe.