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Est 1983 - ON PRES: Robin Low

RunDateHare(s)DescriptionMapRef1:500001:250001:10000 Aerial
7442012-08-26Olive Oyl & Popeye (Bank hol WE)Creech Wood Denmead SU647113

A ripple in the jetstream provided a brief respite from damp cool showery weather to deliver a bright blue sky and a lukewarm eighteen degree morning. A modest gathering of hashers including Mike (The Gnome) and Linda visiting again from Portsmouth HHH listened to the usual verbiage from the hares. Interestingly, since we were running within the Forest of Bere, we were advised to look around any regroups for something with a similar sounding name.

Given no help from the start the pack spread out in all directions, so there was a period of time when nothing much seemed to be happening. Some appeared to be suffering a bit of attention deficit as they stopped looking for flour and started to play on the sturdily built objects in the playground next to the car park.

Spiderman broke the spell by finding blobs leading south east and insisting that we follow him. Soon Sinbad was charging off in the lead closely followed by Flash, The Gnome, Kermit and Thom. It was not long before they ran out of trail at the next check which had many false directions, and must have taken quite a while for the hares to lay. The true trail proved elusive, some muttering about giving up and returning to the playground before someone stumbled on to it and we were off again.

A pleasant unbroken jog to the south eastern corner of the woods ensued using a lovely winding, flat, open, and dry trail beneath a lush summer canopy. The regroup ending this section had been erased completely with no sign of it ever having existed.

West was the direction from the restart with classic hashing taking us all the way over to just south of Creech Lodge where The Gnome's beer sniffing prowess soon discovered a cache of Boddys and other isotonic liquids. After several toasts to the hares, a session of snaps from Flash, a failed attempt to remember any jovial songs, and a few juicy belches we were on our way again down a brambley overgrown path and across the road, heading north.

Nearing the pond the soggy peat made tough going, the ballet dancing of those just avoiding a tumble was brought to a grand finale by Dogwhistle with a brilliant back flip into the mire.

The remainder of the trail took us, without incident, east around Creech House to reach a road re-cross and the On-In through nettles after one hour and ten minutes.

At the circle our JM's announced a competition for the "Chichester hash song", appropriate words set to a favourite tune, they didn't mention prizes. Bika was mentioned for his chivalry in catching a falling harriet, and there was a big round of beer induced applause for the hares.

Yours truly was presented with the Hash-It due to a propensity for nominating others. The Harvest Home was the hostelry of choice apres Hash.

Bambi.

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