I apologise for getting the house number wrong on the previous sheet. I used Street View to wander virtually past Dr Blood's gaff and quite clearly saw it was number 2. Unfortunately the images had been captured at a time when a 1 had fallen off. In the real world the 1 is now back in place with the assistance of a dollop of Araldite. In any event no one seemed to have any trouble finding their way on a cool bleak morning that had seen early rain.
There was a welcome back for a few occasionals including Guy, The Ref, The Gnu, and Sinbad as Spiderwoman discharged the final duties of her reign.
With no water in the Lavant there seemed little point in heading north yet again, so the trail headed east to a check on Fordwater Road where several took the two northerly falsies only to have to return and follow Stitchup south down Summersdale Road and left into the top of Graylingwell where the fields that we once hashed over four years ago are now smothered in closely packed eco friendly dwellings.
Al, The Ref and Sinbad went wandering on the large green bit looking for flour while the rest looked on until they got bored and turned their attention to the lane that runs in a clockwise loop behind the few remaining old institutional buildings and found the trail, eventually arriving outside Emmanuel Church which was open for business, Hallelujah!
We moved swiftly on, passing the shell of the partly demolished main hospital arriving at a check on the edge of the other green bit right next to the Merton Centre where Stitchup works. This time Flash and Pancsi wandered about while Canman, Shureshot and Soapbox set about clearing up aluminium cans.
At length, someone found the trail out on Connolly Way, over College Lane and into the top end of Oaklands Park. Then Splasher found the the trail over Broyle Road to a regroup on the footpath behind Comme Ca, Oh La La!, where we waited too long for the Canman gang who were labouring under an ever increasing load of metallic waste.
Next followed a boring slog along Norwich Road to a check under the big tree in the middle of the green bit that is right outside John Nash's back door, he popped a very hungover looking head out to cheer us on. It took a while for the pack to find the access path on to Centurion way heading north. Snake Charmer distinguished herself here by returning too soon from the true trail which climbed the steep bank, through a fence into the western fields, some of the pack made less than complimentary remarks about this.
The final leg of the trail was made up of a clockwise tour through Brandy Hole Copse which was negotiated with aplomb to arrive at the On-In on Broyle Road just as the rain resumed, after one hour and fifteen minutes of Chichester sightseeing.
The grey, chilly and wet outside was soon forgotten as we settled into the warm welcome provided by Pink Flamingo and Dr Blood and started to consume the grub that lay waiting.
Although Snake Charmer was a good candidate for the Hash-It, it was presented to Splasher for needing help to get 1 down in the crossword, coincidentally for which he also won the prize (a book of more puzzles).
We then settled down to all the usual hangover rituals, the new Masters are above, and the never ending raffle.
Happy New Year, Bambi
A few extra snippets were, firstly the name of the 'HASHER OF THE YEAR', which Bambi was too modest to point out that it was BAMBI!
And we wished The Doc and The Chamois 'bon voyage' for their extended exile to the Antipodes.
Good luck to them all!
Finally we should thank Paul and Frances for letting us wipe our muddy feet on their carpets and for the food and grog