A reasonable crowd of twenty two arrived on a bright breezy morning. Panda and Flash stood in for our JMs as they were up north on a forty mile walk.
No new faces but a welcome back for The Ref while the soccer season ceases. Our temporary JMs introduced the hares, who lied very little before directing us "south".
Soon Snake Charmer led the way down hill to the first check where there was some confusion as Nappy Rash thought she saw a line (not to be crossed) rather than the check. Ginger Glove Puppet got it right and was soon way ahead in the direction of the racecourse.
Kinky was getting rather excited about blowing his bugle, managing at least four different notes.
This is problematic terrain in which to lay a trail as the lower slopes are all private land. Flash noticed Dr Blood ambitiously checking a downward path which proved to be false and then caught him on camera as he made a short cut to catch up, "Checking it out Guv" he said!!
Eventually we reached the hill south of, and overlooking the grandstand, where a dog walker apologised as his dogs had consumed some of the trail.
Here the pack scattered with Hairbrush doing a sterling job sniffing out the falsies. In the end Snake Charmer found good flour into an overflow car park with the rest of the pack taking a short cut down Selhurst Park Road to the Kennel Hill junction.
Bika found the next check and acting on a hunch, continued up the right side of the road towards The Trundle. Unfortunately it was the wrong side of the road and yours truly found the right side (on the left side!).
At the next check Bika went left and Tim right leaving flash with a one in three climb to the top of The Trundle where there was a regroup at the trig point.
While Canman entertained us with a short local history lesson I noticed Pink Flamingo joining us from a different direction.
Fortunately it was all down hill from here as we crossed Kennel Hill Road again to a nice grassed paddock near the grandstand, past the entrance gates and back up the hill opposite.
After another, informal, regroup the pack set off again with the scent of home in their minds. After one hour and fourteen minutes of hilly hashing we reached the On-In to thank Canman and Soapbox for a fine hash in a difficult area.
A comment was made about the unusual amount of flour that Canman had used, he said it was because he had found a BOGOF deal!
A nomination for the Hash-It went to Dr Blood for short cutting but it was presented to Sinbad for casting aspersions on the female hashers (who he deemed not ladies).
I cannot recall where the pub was as my mind was firmly on lunch.(It was The Partridge Inn - very expensive! SM)