This run happened despite the blows that fickle fate can dish out.
No one wanted to lay the trail so our JM's stepped in at the last moment (Thank You!).
The weather forecast was atrocious , all storm and rain, however it did not arrive
until later. The car park was already full of Search and Rescue vehicles,
but somehow we managed to squeeze our chariots between the trees. So, against the odds,
a select band of hashers gathered to listen to the hares' words of wisdom before swiftly
issuing forth north east through the heather on The Serpent Trail.
A long stint all the way to the first check at the tree line served as a good warm up
followed by a rest for most as we watched Two Ferrets Fighting and Pink Flamingo doing
the checking. 2FF disappeared towards Duncton Common so we all followed her and ended
up going south down hill to the edge of the bank of the brook that eventually drains
into the Rother.
Yes, as you might guess, there was a tempting little blob of flour just visible on
the far bank and yes an audience assembled to watch the first of the few to attempt
the scramble down and then clamber back up. Old Faithful, 2FF and Pink Flamingo went
first and found a true trail on tuther side, the rest of us then gradually filtered
across with a little mutual assistance.
Next we continued east to where the Serpent crosses the brook via a nice safe bridge
where the pack spent some fruitless time looking on the paths to Kilsham Copse
before Dr Blood found the trail north west up to Long Hanger from whence we emerged
past a sign marked "No Public Access" (Tut Tut) at Cathanger Farm.
Sinbad was the only one stupid enough to try the trail south uphill starting right
by the check where the tarmac road begins, it was just too obvious wasn't it?.
Yes you are right, and so was Sinbad as he vanished into the rhododendrons at
the top of the climb.
Then heading west on the ridge we crossed the road into Main Wood where the hares
tried unsuccessfully to tempt us into testing the boggy path towards Fitzlea.
This proved to be the last challenge on the trail as we charged south back across
the road and on to the common to find the On-In after one hour and seven minutes
of "mind game" hashing.
Back at the chariots the searchers and rescuers were still searching and rescuing
somewhere, and surprise surprise we see Olive Oyl, Thom and Popeye who have been
doing their own searching for the car park before being better late than never.
Needless to say they scooped the Hash-It before we all rushed off to The Forester's
Arms in Graffham where there is a nice non "reserved for lunch" area which we soon
filled with drained glasses and rustling crumpled crisp bags.
On On, Bambi.
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