The morning was glorious with a mostly blue sky and fresh warm air on a gentle dry breeze, and it brought out a host of hashers to enjoy it.
As well as the usual suspects there was a visit from Malibog, Red Horse and their crew (Stockholm), Lord Lucan and Leighton (Borneo), Bouncer (Brighton), Swollen Colon (?), and Silvia (Nyton Spinney). Dogwhistle felt well enough to attend, but not to run, her arm being in a sling for sympathy.
After a few words of welcome for the fresh faces our JM made a plea for more hares to step forward (no one moved) before letting the day's hares tell us the usual pack of lies except we did believe them when they pointed out the best direction to head on-out. West to start with on that path that runs parallel to and just south of the A272 with a very energetic Panda out front, however it was the back markers that solved the longish back check as we headed south through the beautiful hues of heather to a check in the heart of the common.
This proved a bit problematical, mostly due to the seeming lack of enthusiasm of the pack to do any checking, preferring to engage in a bit of nattering, some exceptions being Lord Lucan, Old Faithful, and Malibog, however it was Bouncer that found the sandy trail back uphill north west to the edge of Trotton common.
From the check at the top there was a very short false mark to the west that rather gave the game away, that is to say it implied that we would soon be heading in that direction by another route. Some of the more experienced hashers were not surprised therefore to find a trail heading east, north and then west back into the big coppice area on Trotton common, stopping mid way for an impromptu regroup to let those that had chosen less fertile trails to catch up.
Spiderman seemed to know his way through the coppice as we headed south through the trees and down the precipice towards Bridgelands farm. There were a number of long cutters here, too many to mention, who avoided the seemingly suicidal trail down that the hares had carefully chosen. The braver hashers including Spiderwoman (surprisingly) found the drop less difficult than it looked.
Back on the flat again we continued south east crossed the B road and slogged up through the Rhododendrons to Fitzhall, pausing only to pick up Canman who received nil points from the judges when he failed to land upright in his attempted double roll with half twist.
Most of the pack were suckered into trying that path that's parallel to the drive while Lord Lucan and yours truly found the loop round to the edge of the sandpit and then north almost to within sight of the chariots. The hares had planned their piece de resistance here by using a very obscure path for the On-In, however the Chi runners' trail run on the previous Wednesday had also used it, and some of the pack have a memory retention longer than four days. So much to the hare's chagrin the pack easily found their way to the On-In after one hour and ten minutes of hashing mind games.
At the circle there was mention of short cutters as usual, censure to Lord Lucan for asking a civilian if they had seen any flour, with the Hash-It being given to Dogwhistle for not running. Rehydration took place at Splashers favourite pub, the Greyhound on Cocking Causeway.