With the temperature in the low twenties and the sun beating down we gathered just inside the park to listen as the Hare's usual lies competed with the booming exhausts of motorbike convoys on the nearby A272.
Before we could rush off and look for flour we were subjected to 10 minutes of interesting? facts from the hares, ranging from the first disection of an Elephant in Dundee to the superstition that a hash with thirteen checks might be unlucky.
Then we were off, with the advice that since we were at the most southerly part of the park the only way out should be north - duh!.
The pack had difficulties finding trail right from the off, due to a combination of factors, the trail had been layed the day before in a park full of hungry deer, Can Man's legendary frugality, and the glare of the mid day sun. Eventualy we found trail heading west and with The Gnu charging ahead into the heards of deer we made our way up to the shade of the trees on top of the highest point in the park.
Predictably no one wanted to check down hill, so we wasted some time exploring the falsie along the ridge to the east, before someone took the plunge and found trail down to the north and into the main deer heards.
We could not find any trail out of here, and the hares were needed to guide us over to an area by the north lake known as "The Polish camp" another interesting fact.
The pack split into two here, one faction lead by newbie Sue headed north along a falsie that just petered out without any marker, and another that headed south towards the Kennels.
Eventualy we regrouped in the shade of the trees at the edge of the south lake and were amused to see a figure with the unmistakable gait of Mussolini heading our way.... better late than....
From here the On-In was just a short jog towards the main road and then parallel to it, west and back to the chariots. Total time just over the hour, and only 12 checks thus avoiding bad luck.
There were various nominations; newbie Sue for warming up before the off, Dr Blood for keeping us waiting before the off, Mussolini obviously, but the Hash-It was awarded to Panda for being an FRB.
A round of applause for the hares, and we all zoomed down to Halfway Bridge to rehydrate our desicated bodies.