After a slight mix up over the parking we finally congregated in front of the Kings Arms pub. With the noise of the main road, some of what was said by the solo J.M. and hares were evidently missed by certain members of the pack! This became obvious later on during the run.
The on-on started across the main road and down Warblington Road. With a couple of checks we found ourselves facing Chichester harbour. The choice here determined whether the run was to be clockwise towards Warblington or anti-clockwise towards Emswoth. The latter proving to be correct.
By the time the majority of the pack had reached the Sailing Club the FRBs were nowhere to be seen, so the check had to be re-scouted out. The trail led us around The Promenade to the café where the ladies where discussing what they would have off the menu for breakfast.
After the rest of us had checked out the two main options for trails ladies don't do falsies the trail was found on the beach leading us up some steps to an alley way and onto the High Street and then Queens Street.
Here confusion! The FRBs who were not listening at the start when Keith gave us all his warning of not to overrun a falsie, decided they would not be stopped by three little white dots on the pavement but carry on to a check which they could see on a traffic island beyond the falsie. I must say it is not in my nature to name drop but our current J.M. and our two previous J.Ms were not seen again for at least 20 minutes. Give them their due, they did return after reaching the chariots and manage to find us unlike a certain couple who came in a Lexus vehicle .
At this point, the diminished hash continued through the courtyard by the side of Mill Pond and into the boatyard. Thanks to our new front runner, Barry, we reached a check in the centre of the boats where we generally head east. A nice bluff by our hares who took us west along the waters edge to where Spiderman's local knowledge came into effect when he led us inland along a shiggy path to Thorney Road.
A gentle jog northwards through a couple of checks brought us back to the Mill Pond, where we were greeted by three lost minstrels sing their praises for how they had managed to find us.
So with their knowledge of running the trail backwards we were soon at the top of Slipper Road and with a slight deviation along the side of the Main Road the smell of the chariots was beckoning.
The hares, who were already at the pub, were thanked for an excellent run, which due to the very wet, flooded conditions on the day, they had to change with very little notice.
The Hashit, in our JMs hand, should probably have been placed around her neck but she nominated Pansci, her co-conspirator, for over running a falsie and for almost losing the sole of his shoe whilst flapping his way around the course.
Flash informed us that he had met Debbie Bell carrying one leg of a life size plastic horse around Emsworth in practise with three others for the London marathon. Refreshments were then taken at The Kings Arms.
On-On ! Old Faithful