The lambing was in full flow at Gaston Farm under a warm blue sky as we gathered in the shadow of Slindon College walls on Top Road. Another good turnout even discounting the three hares, with no running visitors, although Canman was playing host to two young ladies, one from Taiwan and the other from China, a potentially problematic mixture.
The hares launched what turned out to be a long preamble to the run, Spiderman explaining the bloody gash just above his left eye had been caused by "nutting a twig" during a flour laying stoop, and that there were playing cards at the end of some of the falsies to be collected. There was more; fishooks, ladies checks, re-groups, and eventually the instruction to start out to the east, which those that were still awake followed.
From the off Snake Charmer and Bambi were fortunate to make the right choices and soon arrived at a check in The Pound, however the luck ran out as the big green tractor train coming down Mill Lane distracted them from seeing a falsie mark and drowned out the pack as it found good flour east along Baycombe Lane leaving them well behind.
It took a bit of frantic rushing around, including a visit to the lambing party before the pair returned to the pack heading north through Baycombe Wood. Flash seemed to be in the lead, continuing north towards Little Down and then east along Oakfield to a regroup on the edge of Dale Park for the view south towards Fairmile Bottom and the trees above.
There was some discussion about who had and who had not collected a playing card, which lead to a slight competitive air as we re-started by heading north through Dencher Wood at a cracking pace.
After about a half mile, two words and a number, Fish, Hook, and six. Accordingly six names, Bambi, Old Faithful, Snake Charmer, Bika, Kinky, and Glen.
At the top (looking north) of the wood we headed west and out to a ladies check on Little Down, where Snake Charmer, Pink Flamingo, and Panda pretended to be ladies. SC didn't return so we chased after her heading south all the way to a regroup near Downe's Barn. A nice view north to Bignor Hill before Old Faithful was calling us south on Butt Lane to the On-In after ... Oh! didn't look at my watch... minutes of seriously competitive hashing. (70 minutes - SM)
Soon we were thanking the hares, tut tutting about Bika asking for directions and awarding the Hash-It to Panda for taking one too many short cuts. She was reluctant to get on her knees for the presentation, which is strange because Flash said that she normally has no problem with this.
Then dishing out of eggs for cards with aces having first choice.
Then on to The Spur and a grand old time of ale, cider and chocolate in the sun drenched garden.