Run	Date	Hare(s)	Description	MapRef	1:50000	1:25000	1:10000	Aerial
720	2011-09-11	Bika	Catherington	SU695144

Calm, sunshine and a fresh nineteen degrees provided perfect conditions for serious exercise, however a bunch of people decided to go hashing instead. There were two youngsters at the start, Hannah and Jones, the latter being the too young to hash son of Caroline.

Traffic problems with unexpectedly (by us) closed roads in the area meant that we had a delayed start while Bika told us that all the flour had been laid the day before and that there had been patchy rain since, great! But hold on he also remembered that some of the trail had been laid in good old sawdust, double great!

Eventually it looked like no more were going to arrive so we set off with a faction heading east across the road and into the graveyard to no avail and another heading north up the road, on the pavement of course to find the trail, although I couldn't see anything. Aaron and Karl started a game of Trip Up along here which predictably ended in a tumble and grazed knee, for Aaron on this occasion.

The next checks took us east on Old Lane and then shortly south back towards the church and then south east over Stubbins Down and into the trees on the top of the escarpment that plunges down into north Horndean. Yes, we plunged down into the houses and into much confusion as we were initially unable to detect any markings anywhere, and then (queue a fanfare here) came Olive Oyl who somehow was able to divine where the blobs had been. Sure enough, on close inspection of where she was pointing there was indeed a tiny trace of a shadow of the remnants of the remains of something that had once possibly been flour.

So to no one's surprise we now faced a slog west back up the climb to a regroup on the top which was fortunate for Flash because he had gone a long way down a falsie at the bottom. From the restart it was over the five bar gate and west again over the field and under the power lines until we hit Five Heads Road. Canman was starting to struggle, not because of his advanced and venerable age but because his collection of cans was weighing him down. Luckily traffic was light along the road so there were no casualties as we reached the junction by the school.

Some of us old timers remembered the little path that goes through the garden of bungalow where the lady of the house was putting out washing dressed in a nightgown. She wasn't there this time as we used the same path to get over to a regroup at the top of Roads Hill.

From here Kermit took more than half of the pack, youngsters and walkers etc on an official shortcut while yours truly was the FRB that found the trail south west over to The Warren, the next to arrive were; Panda, Max, Flash, Olive Oyl, Old Faithful, Dogwhistle, Soapbox, Popeye, Canman, and Bika.

The final treat comprised a kilometre or more loop north up the road that goes to Hinton Manor and then east over the hill through Lake's Copse, back to Lovedean Lane. We then followed our noses east back up Catherington Down finding the occasional blob of dough to arrive back at the chariots after one hour and twenty seven minutes and Canman hauling well over a kilo of cans.

Aaron and Karl shared the Hash-It for the aforementioned escapade, then we walked over to the Farmer which was about to stop trading on the Tuesday, so no food, but the beer was OK and we could see the big crash at the start of the F1 grand prix.

Bambi.