A lovely sunny day, with a cool breeze saw an unusualy large throng of hashers ignore the "private" parking sign to bring their chariots to rest in the museum car park. Our JM couldn't handle the number of new faces so asked them to do a self intro, of which I heard what sounded like "Curtis", "Adelee", "Owen" and "Peter"... and then Godiva announced the good news that she was now "hashing for two". Malibog then made a brave attempt to explain the markings that had been used but with limited success before Banker told us to ingnore a sign on the trail that refered to it being closed for some reason. So, with some still asking "what does three lines mean?" we headed out up New Barn Road looking for trail marked in either flour, chalk or toilet paper.
A simple check to get us in the mood, followed by a long up hill haul saw us on the SDW at Highdown where a long downhill falsie back towards the museum served as a regroup. The good size of the pack and its enthusiasm for checking meant that we were moving along at quite a pace as we left the SDW along the path that overlooks Downs Farm with its spectacular views and arrived at a "Ladies" check at the bottom of the steep sided valley. Here things ground to a halt as those of a feminine persuasion fanned out while we held back Dr Blood who was having trouble with the concept. An age passed without success, so the hares directed the pack up the steep steep way out that The Gnu had already invested much energy in checking.
After that it was full steam ahead again over The Burgh and a downhill sprint back to river level. Some straightforward checking took us over the reedy paths, ducking under the railway and out on the riverbank at South Stoke with Pancsi and Bugs Bunny way out in front. Just a short scamper to the chariots then, but one small problem, a tree had half demolished the FB on the path over to North Stoke leaving a section without any planks. Malibog did his best to help the pack over by uttering "It's worse than looks" and "It's easier to step on the cross braces" etc but failed in his attempt to whistle themes from "A Bridge Over The River Kwai" due to a parched mouth.
After one hour and thirty minutes we were all back at the chariots, where Treefeller informed us that he had found it necessary to bribe the CP attendant to allow us to stay. At the circle we had a big round of applause for the hares, a bloody good hash, and nominations for Dr Blood (c.f Ladies Check above) and Godiva for taking membership enlargement too seriously. The Gnu received the Hash-It for just not going far enough. Re-hydration was carried out nearby at The Bridge.