The glorious weather meant that the pay and display was already half full of chariots
as a modest crowd of hashers gathered, some struggling to find exactly one pound and
ten pence in order to feed the "No Change Given" ticket machine and start their two hour timer.
The first few checks were no problem as we made our way on a zigzag course in a north easterly direction heading for Lodge Hill with that energy sapping sand underfoot and Mussolini telling tales of how this spot is infamous for a murder that was committed here not long ago, a shooting apparently.
On the way up the hill Old Faithful managed to lead a group of FRBs up a long falsie towards
Clamp Kiln farm and through one of the biggest pools of shiggy that we have seen in a long
while, much to the amusement of the hares.
A regroup was needed near the north car park, a short rest for some after one hour, before a wearying pack headed west towards The Roebuck Inn and then south east, homeward bound. With some legs starting to give in, another regroup was needed at the cross roads slap bang in the middle of the wood where the signpost indicates that the chariots are in two directions, 960m one way and 1510 the other, no better way to confuse a hasher, like putting one in a room full of shovels and saying "take your pick".
So with time rapidly mounting up the hares more or less lead us by the nose to the tough little up and down trail south and On-In after one hour and twenty minutes.
Treefeller gave us the news that late arrivals Dr Blood and Pink Flamingo were out there somewhere
looking for us and failing obviously, should we start marking checks as we run through ?.
The hares provided a picnic table loaded with beer, and all manner of food, so we had a great time in the warm sunshine as we tucked in until our one pound and ten pence ran out.