| Run | Date | Hare(s) | Description | MapRef | 1:50000 | 1:25000 | 1:10000 | Aerial |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 647 | 2008-11-23 | Mr Bean & The Can Man | Nyton Spinney | SU936056 | | | |
The early morning freezing sleet gave way to slightly warmer torrential rain which sounded like the staccato rattle of a thousand machine guns as it pounded on the roofs of the chariots parked in the drive at Nyton Spinney.
A band of hard core hashers listened to the usual lies in the warmth of Can Man's kitchen even though Mr Bean's teeth were still chattering from the earlier trail laying he warned us to be careful crossing the dual carriageway and to take care over the slippery wooden bridges, yea right.
Guess what ?... as we sallied forth to do battle with the elements, the elements surrendered and the rain became a light drizzle as we skirted the eastern edge of the spinney and headed south with Old Faithful leading the way.
Now we all know how Can Man is frugal with the McDougal, with that and the washing with rain we were
having a hard time finding any trail, so to start with Mr Bean was forced to point out where the checks
had been.
Hairbrush seemed to be able to spot the remnants of a trail better than most and so he found the way over
from the Westergate playing fields, where an exciting soccer match was in progress, to the Wylkes Head.
From here we had a half hearted sprint north up to the crossroads which I think was won by Hash Flash,
at least it helped warm us up a bit.
Hashers in all directions here so by the time Pancsi found the route south east over the empty playing field
we were nicely bunched.
We had a short break in the corner of the field because some of the pack were distracted by the slide and
the roundabout and would still be there had not old spoilsport Mr Bean started quoting by-laws.
And then when we emerged at the church by Manor Farm some of the pack over ran the clear falsie that was
there to prevent disturbance to the sunday worship.
Heading west we found ourselves back near the Wylkes Head, but quickly discovered the little path by the
side of the school which leads out on to open fields and south. Although there was hard check down here we
could hear the crowd noise from the soccer match and that helped us find the way out and across the main road.
By now the sun was shining and hardly a cloud in the sky.
Obviously west along the road to Aldingbourne was the way home and then the FP about half way was all too
predictable, so most of the pack ignored it because Mr Bean headed that way and they thought it was a bluff.....
but it wasn't.
Finaly we were treated to a totaly knackering slog around the big field just west of the Spinney before seeing the On-In after a well timed fiftyfive minutes.
To our very pleasant surprise Can Man invited us in to his house where we found a great spread of sarnies,
hot puff-pastry-pizza, eclairs, cakes, beer and of course lashings of hot tea.
So after expressing our thanks to the hares for their tenacity and to Can Man for his hospitality our joint
masters named Pancsi for riding the roundabout, myself for being too enthusiastic but awarded the wood with
the hole in it to Mr Bean for his masterly double bluff at the end.
Bambi.
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