It was a lovely morning, a bright sun low in the east and crisp still air full of forest scents. We had a few apologies, Treefeller for one, and Flash and Panda off on a dirty weekend. We had a few moans, mostly from Torchy, "now my knees are fixed my back is giving me gyp!". So, what could the hares tell us about Eartham wood that we didn't already know ?, well, nothing as it turned out so we set off north.
To start with Flamingo got way way out in front as she managed to get through about the first six checks in a row without going wrong. But when we arrived at the Bermuda Triangle her luck ran out and so did everyome else's as we fell foul of a devilish back check.
The way out was north yet again and up and up and up until we reached Stubbs wood with a leading quartet of Can Man, Old Faithfull, Spiderman and Dr Blood.
There is nowhere to go from here but east towards Bignor (unless you risk crossing the main road) and so east it was and then with relief that we were not going as far a Bignor we headed south down the National Trust boundary.
Not content to just puff along like the rest of us Kermit and Hash Angel had disentangled a long piece of vine and were taking turns in dragging it along as we went through the puddles etc.
Eventualy and inevitably we reached the seat at Stane Street for a group photo and then did "eney
meeney miney mo" to chose the trail out. Yours truly was the lucky one this time with the On-On being
southwest down Stane Street and heading for the chariots.
The hares nominated Old Faithful for moanng about the quantity of flour and then OF nominated the hares
for something or other, then we remembered to congratulate the hares for the tour round the boundary
of Eartham Wood, then there was some discussion over Tigger's reluctance to run with charges of