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Est 1983 - ON PRES: Robin Low

RunDateHare(s)DescriptionMapRef1:500001:250001:10000 Aerial
6462008-11-09Dr Blood & FrancesAngmering Park - Dover Car Park TQ060064

Overcast, grey, a light breeze, bronze leaves fluttering, Big Ben on the radio, somewhere in the distance the long hoot of a horn to mark the start of two minutes of remembrance and a circle of hashers unusualy silent amonst the trees.

Then a short litany of lies from the hares and we were off on trail heading west into Braxby Copse and soon sloshing about in mud that threatened to rival that of France ninety years before.
Pancsi lead the way as we headed north via some simple checks until we ground to a halt somewhere near Bushy Field where there was talk of sabotage and a bit of pointing from the hares.
Keeping to the western edge of the woods a long haul took us right up to the Monarch's Way and a five way check right on the edge of the deep valley adjacent to The Knell.
Only Hairbrush was brave enough to take the downhill trail but when he didn't return we all followed and found a check at the bottom.
Four ways to go from here, and this time Sinbad found found the way out towards New Down and then The Gnu rumbled the uphill return to the same old check back at the top of the ridge.

A bit of a sprint east on Monarch's way followed by a turn to the south and through Wepham wood and then further east through a patch of brush and we found ourselves out on the path through Lower Oldfield Copse.
It was just here, that we realised that we had not seen Hairbrush for a while, in fact not for quite a while.
Now some of us have memories long enough to recall that Old Faithfull nearly died after being lost for several weeks when we hashed these same woods before.
Then The Gnu started talking about a hiker skeleton having been found along the SDW. Soon there was panic!.
The Gnu, Spasher and Pancsi volunteered to form a rescue party and after cursing the lack of available mobile phones were about to set off when lo, out from the undergrowth and on to the path steps Hairbrush, not dead, not a skeleton.
It seemed strange that Splasher and Pancsi would want want to go back and look for Hairbrush until I discovered that he had the keys to their chariot.

All back in a pack we manged to find our way round a clockwise loop over to the Stud Farm, down through The Beeches, along the edge of Hammerpot Copse and the On-In one hour and thirtyseven minutes after setting forth. Mussolini was there to greet us, having been delayed by what he described as "doing a bit of business".
After a round of applause to the Hares for a well thought out trail we heard about some transgression by Spiderman and oh horror! that Flamingo had not carried the Hash-It but then it was awarded to Hairbrush for obvious reasons.

Then a charge out of the carpark, during which there was a bit of chariot contact, and over to the pub in Hammerpot (Woodman?) for a bit of apres-hash. On-On Bambi.

Bambi.

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