Est 1983 - ON PRES: Robin Low
|678||2010-01-31||Miss Perfect & Old Faithful||Little Bognor, near Fittleworth
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It was cold, really cold, really really cold, brass monkeys cold, but hey! the sun
was shining and unfamiliar territory awaited us.
Even before the hares were back from the trail a local resident had noticed white
blobs deposited on his drive and had made the association between them and the
strange gathering of chariots in the village.
He was not happy.
Treefeller, Soapbox and The Ref went off for a site survey and to try and pour oil,
with some success.
A bit later OF returned and re-laid the trail on the correct right of way.
By now a select band of hardcore hashers had gathered and Can Man gave us his
interesting snippets about how Little Bognor got its name and the association
of the date with Bonny Prince Charlie and Guy Fawkes, he did not mention the link
between Flexham Park and Edward Elgar however.
So after the hares had added their three pence worth, "Beware of angry man with a gun",
it's flat, it's dry etc. we sauntered off in a northerly direction.
Normally I either know the area well enough or am later given a map, so I can describe
the route in some detail. On this occasion I have neither so you will have to make do
with what I can decipher from the squiggly notes that I made while running.
Fooled into taking falsie to right, then overran the marker was called back.
Good trail past village pond long way behind rest. Catching up, footpath on left
is good but very boggy, catching up.
See angry man without gun, path goes through his garden, he has built a frame for ramblers
(I mean things like roses) over the path, very pleasant.
Still climbing, can see Bika and Pancsi ahead, arrive at check on road at the top, catch breath.
North now, down hill on road to stream and hairpin bend, I think I have been here before, a while
ago on one of The Doc's runs. Lots of options here.
Dr Blood disappears up path into Flexham Park no sign of return, we all follow strung out like
a row of widely separated pearls.
This is a long slog, no checks for ages, I think I must have overrun something, I can hear
Dr Blood calling to my right but I am still on flour and Pancsi is right behind me.
At last a check, right at the north of the park where it meets the A272, we have a regroup.
Everyone then takes one of the paths back into the park, but the hares don't, they are smiling,
this is not good.
Lots of checking and no trail.
Only remaining option is to main road following Pink Flamingo, The Ref and Pancsi they are on.
Footpath on right and back south into the Park and up a steep hill and I am ahead for another
long checkless gallop through the trees.
Check at crosspaths, trying to decide which way to try, others catch up, for some reason Kermit
is arguing with Soapbox about the meaning of the word "oxymoron" and then we spot the walkers
trying to conceal themselves, we head for them, it's the trail.
Bit of a mess, seems that a dog has eaten part of the trail, we wander through undergrowth lead by hares.
Going again, Pancsi in front, looking for trail we come across Splasher and the walkers again,
they are giving the game away, good.
Continue south, reach a hard check, pack all together again, all we see are falsies,
everyone has given up we are just having a natter.
OF shows us the trail up slope to left and out on top end of huge gravel working, great view of
Fittleworth and the downs in the distance and a rusty old lorry in foreground.
Down hill for a long run in, Flash is reminiscing about when he entered "The Tough Guy" event
a while back, we reach the On-In at 12:38.
Thanks for hares, well done! Such a nice area. No nominations, by default awarded by alphabet
of surname to Soapbox.
Down to the Swan, looks like nice food, Pancsi and Treefeller hogging the open fire.