Run	Date	Hare(s)	Description	MapRef	1:50000	1:25000	1:10000	More
792	2014-07-06	The Doc, The Chamois, Tigger, Geoff , Dog Whistle and the dog	Eartham Woods	SU938106

We had a load of visitors for this run which made for a large pack (34) on a lovely sunny morning in the nice shady woods. Fresh from Hong Kong there was Fanny Sniffer and Mole, from Edinburgh came Sheila and from fourteen years ago came Lisa with Jacob and Jane.

Our JM tried unsuccessfully to reunite a spoon left at the BBQ with its owner before asking the group of hares to tell us about their hash. Some flour was laid yesterday, you will need to look carefully … one regroup … dry … flat … ZZZ.

Then we were off south east and then east on the long slog up to The Plain while Snake Charmer, Bika, Dr Blood, and Mussolini were occupied by a long false trail up Stane Street. Burning lungs, creaking joints and a spread out pack meant an impromptu regroup on the ridge crest.

Three ways to go, south and up, east and down or north and flat … and we tried them all. We would have still been there now, watching Kermit and Thom have a stick bashing competition, had not Dogwhistle directed us to the level path where after many paces we found some rather stale previous day blobs.

So north it was with FS and Jacob in front until we emerged on to Stane Street with another quicky regroup followed by a sprint up to the seven way junction with the wooden bench. Poor old Mussolini was so tired by now that he tried to grab some Zs on the bench while the rest began the work of unpicking all the possible on trails.

Long story short, it was Spiderman who remembered the obscure trail off the way into the check which had been overlooked in the charge up the hill. This path took us gently north west up into North Wood where we arrived at the official regroup and had a natter.

From here the hares tempted us to take the easy run down hill back into Eartham Wood but there was no such luck, for that way was false as Hairbrush and several others found.

It was Dr Blood that headed south back on to Stane Street where those sneaky hares had re-laid the trail to take us back towards the chariots. Much time had passed so one could have been forgiven for expecting a swift return to GO, however there was a sting in the tail which left us all staring at Flash as he disappeared back up hill on a loop that returned to the car park from the north, following, we reached the On-In after one hour and thirty eight minutes of classic hashing.

At the circle there was mention of Olive Oyl for not being there for us and Jacob for running the last K barefoot having outgrown his shoes during the run. The Hash-It was presented to Mussolini to recognise his ability to fall asleep anywhere.

It was then that Tigger discovered a flat tyre was preventing her from getting to the pub. She would like to thank all of you who attempted to fit the spare, and Snake Charmer for providing the phone number for the AA.

Before we had taken the first sips of ale at The George, the AA man had deployed the car jack from its concealed storage compartment and fitted the spare.

All's well that ends well, Bambi.