| Run | Date | Hare(s) | Description | MapRef | 1:50000 | 1:25000 | 1:10000 | Aerial |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 671 | 2009-10-25 | Bambi & Soapbox - don't forget clocks go back | Forestside and Stansted Village Hall | SU756121 | | | |
It turned out to be a dry day sandwich, one dry day between two wet, with a bit of wind for seasoning. It was nice to see the JMs again and they had a boot full of 666 Tee shirts and suntans from somewhere in Greece. There was a welcome for a newby harriet Gilly of a South African persuasion before the hares performed the usual attempt to confuse everyone including themselves. Without further ado the pack was ushered north up the road to the easterly footpath just north of Forestside village hall.
Local lad Graham charged off taking the usual FRBs with him but everything went pear shaped because a saboteur had carefully laid grass cuttings over the second check, you can imagine the confusion that followed.
So after a bit of rearranging the pack reformed to follow the trail round the eastern edge of the forest then west to road crossing just south of the village hall with one other interference to a falsie giving Sinbad, Tigger and a few others a hard time along the way.
Now in the western forest the trail ran through a sequence of checks along the northern boundary with numerous falsies temptingly heading south except for one heading north towards Warren Down which left Gilly, Sinbad and Graham wandering round in a field searching for non existent flour.
Once we reached the western edge of the forest the pace slowed down somewhat, some of the pack preferring to collect mushrooms and sweet chestnuts which were abundant.
Can Man seemed to be all knowledgeable about these mushrooms, “oh yes” he said “those are edible”, however I now know that they were Shield Dapperlings and a bit poisonous!. On the other hand his advice to cook the chestnuts in the microwave worked out just fine.
Oh yes, the run, now where were we ?.... well from the western edge of the wood we headed pretty much directly east and back to the road crossing via a couple of challenging five way checks that the pack dealt with most efficiently.
Along the way Hash Angel and Kermit discovered one of the stashes of flour that had been used for trail re laying and started a bit of a flour fight, just before we reached the On-In after one hour and nineteen minutes.
There were various nominations, Gilly for consuming high energy rocket fuel giving her an unfair advantage, Spiderman for something or other, Kermit for giving Hash Angel a hard time all the way round.
The Hash-It was awarded to Sinbad for appearing to be lost for most of the hash, that is to say most of the time we couldn't find him but he was there somewhere.
The JMs then dished out the long awaited 666 Tee shirts to all those that could muster up the readies, great design, worth the wait.
We then made our way over to the Victoria Inn in West Marden for the usual.
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