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Est 1983 - ON PRES: Robin Low

RunDateHare(s)DescriptionMapRef1:500001:250001:10000 Aerial
6492008-12-21Mussolini & Old FaithfulIping Common SU852220

Everyone arrived sporting their red hats and other cheerful festive wear on a mild overcast morning. The hares returned from putting down the white stuff only minutes before the off, Mussolini as usual adopting his "just in time" approach.

A welcome for visitor Soapbox was followed by details about "four dot falsies" and prize tickets to be looked out for.
So, filled with yuletide enthusiasm we headed off in all directions and after a bit of pratting about agreed on a trail that headed east and on to Steadham common. Everyone arrived sporting their red hats and other cheerful festive wear on a mild overcast morning. The hares returned from putting down the white stuff only minutes before the off, Mussolini as usual adopting his "just in time" approach.
A welcome for visitor Soapbox was followed by details about "four dot falsies" and prize tickets to be looked out for.
So, filled with yuletide enthusiasm we headed off in all directions and after a bit of pratting about agreed on a trail that headed east and on to Steadham common.
When we got to the Minsted Road Pancsi overran a falsie and prematurely discovered the trail directly back west alongside the sandpit.
Competition for the prize tickets was becoming intense with most of the falsies being checked out and The Gnu holding an inquest at each check to find out if all had been picked up, it certainly kept the pack moving along at a fair old pace.
Back on to Iping Common we headed (predictably) west towards Goldrings Warren, past an official blazing bonfire and up the steep climb into the plantation at the top, where a combination of fatigue and a crafty check slowed us up somewhat.
The subsequent trail east and back towards the chariots was dealt with in double quick time with the pack arriving at the On-In in dribs and drabs as various conversations between them became more important than rushing in. Everyone arrived sporting their red hats and other cheerful festive wear on a mild overcast morning. The hares returned from putting down the white stuff only minutes before the off, Mussolini as usual adopting his "just in time" approach.
A welcome for visitor Soapbox was followed by details about "four dot falsies" and prize tickets to be looked out for.
So, filled with yuletide enthusiasm we headed off in all directions and after a bit of pratting about agreed on a trail that headed east and on to Steadham common.
When we got to the Minsted Road Pancsi overran a falsie and prematurely discovered the trail directly back west alongside the sandpit.
Competition for the prize tickets was becoming intense with most of the falsies being checked out and The Gnu holding an inquest at each check to find out if all had been picked up, it certainly kept the pack moving along at a fair old pace.
Back on to Iping Common we headed (predictably) west towards Goldrings Warren, past an official blazing bonfire and up the steep climb into the plantation at the top, where a combination of fatigue and a crafty check slowed us up somewhat.
The subsequent trail east and back towards the chariots was dealt with in double quick time with the pack arriving at the On-In in dribs and drabs as various conversations between them became more important than rushing in.
To greet us was a table laden with all manner of festive foodstuf that good hashers had donated to satiate the ravenous hunger that the hash had generated.
But first we thanked the hares and then we were treated to a litany of wrong doings, someone for being too enthusiastic, Dr Blood for shortcutting, etc etc until finaly and surprisingly Old Faithful awared the Hash-It to his co-master Flash for the cardinal sin of turning up with what appeared to be new shoes !.
The hard earned prizes were handed out to the ticket holders, and what fine prizes they were, before we settled down to serious ingestion of food ranging from hearty cheese and pate to home crafted dates stuffed with nuts, washed down with coffee and beer. To greet us was a table laden with all manner of festive foodstuf that good hashers had donated to satiate the ravenous hunger that the hash had generated.

Bambi.

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