Est 1983 - ON PRES: Robin Low
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One fine day we will actually get to run from Milland but not on this day
because even though we were basking in bright sunshine at a positively balmy
eight degrees back in them thar hills black ice and snowdrifts were still lurking.
Kicking off his fourth stint as a JM, Can Man spared us one of his "this day in
history" speeches in favour of expressing a hope that not too many hashers were
at this moment wandering around Milland looking for flour.
Judging by the throng that were present most had received the change of venue e-mail
although Spiderman has a suspicion that not all of his e-mails are being received
(If you are on Spiderman's distribution list but did not receive a change of venue
e-mail then please let Spiderman know).
The hares were as usual very informative about the route but we didn't believe a word
especially the bit about the possibility of getting our feet wet. So with these words
of wisdom fading into distant memories we headed out of the carpark and down Grassmere Close.
At first we had an hors d'oeuvre consisting of checks with falsies that tempted us south
towards the sea along Blakes Rd and then Sea Rd eventually reaching the shore via Longbrook
park where the main course began.
Now we were treated to a sprint east on the promenade all the way down to The Lobster Pot with
The Ref leading the way.
A regroup here to allow Soapbox who was doing a great deal of nattering to catch up was followed
by a spot of bother finding the way out with the sea to the south and falsies in all other
directions. Old Faithful must have had a bit of a nod and a wink from Godiva because he found
the well concealed trail behind the bright blue beach huts that took us onward along the prom.
This couldn't go on otherwise we would have ended up in Brighton, so it wasn't long before a
series of checks took us north and eventually up Summerley Lane with Hairbrush using his local
knowledge to ease our passage.
A regroup on Firs Ave served to get the pack back together after dealing with the A259 crossing
and it wasn't long before Anne and then OF sniffed out the path to Walberton Close.
The pack then had no trouble making their way west via Whitelands, Sutton Close and out into the
fields south of the golf course towards Lidsey Rife and to the bank of one of the meandering
streams that inhabit this flood plain.
Most of the pack just splashed across, including splasher, but Bigfoot lost his shoe in the mud,
Anne just had to be carried over by Hairbrush who used his interpretation of a Fireman's lift, and
Sure Shot did a tip toe manoeuvre over a slippery log.
The rest of the route was a formality, south parallel to the Rife, across the A259 and along North Way
to the On-In after one hour and twentyseven minutes.
After thanking the three hares for coming up with this run at such short notice the new JMs could
come up with only one nomination, being Bigfoot for negligence in loosing his shoe.
Most then walked over to the Fox for the usual.