Run	Date	Hare(s)	Description	MapRef	1:50000	1:25000	1:10000	More
801	2014-11-09	Ginger Glove Puppet / BloodyL	Emsworth Palmers Road Car Park	SU749059

Against expectation a bright yellow tinted autumnal sun shone from a clear blue sky as we observed our two minutes of respect for the fallen.

Adding colour, a Red Admiral had been fluttering around eventually becoming firmly planted on The Ref's shoulder, a last reminder of warmer days.

Before setting out there was a big welcome back for Brylcreem ^TM who we have not seen for a long time, some news that if you did not order an 800 shirt in the initial offering then an arm and a leg will be required for new orders, and a warning from our solo hare that we should take care on the dangerous rail crossing and also the road crossing at Penny Lane. He might as well have given us all a map of the route.

At this point I would like to mention that due to infirmity I experienced this hash from the rear of the pack where a gentle pace leaves more time to commune with nature and delve into Canman's bottomless pit of historical facts.

Initially, like Billy Goats Gruff, we risked a Troll encounter over the wooden bridge to the south and immediately chanced upon the On-In flour in the road underpass. Pancsi gave a shrug that suggested that we should forget that we saw what we saw.

Flash found flour north on the east bank of the Ems and started a charge east on Mill Lane to the A27 bridge. With previous mention of a rail crossing and Penny Lane it did not take Einstein to head south here and find a regroup just before the crossing. I was told that His Knees Are Buggered was the first to arrive, not being a local, perhaps he is an Einstein?

Then after a tuneful blow job from Kinky and all safely across, we headed down Penny Lane across Main Road and on to the adjacent footpath south. The last that we at the back saw of the FRBs was their tail end heading east on the path to Prinstead.

The route did not go directly to Prinstead, it went back to Main Road on Prinstead Lane then east to Southbourne and south by the Coop and west to a regroup on the other end of Prinstead Lane.

The FRBs got to the regroup and waited, and waited, and waited.

Meanwhile the rest of us were ambling along following Thom who seemed to know the way and assisted by the hare shouting at us from the rear.

Timeout! the FRBs had enough hanging around so invoked rule 27A, sometimes referred to as the “Let the devil take the hindmost rule”, and continued to hash, south along the shore to Thornham marina, west on the lane and then north through Emsworth marina to reach the On-In at the underpass, remembering what had been seen.

The trailing group followed on, catching a brief glimpse of Sinbad on the horizon as he traversed the bridge at Thornham marina.

All back at the chariots some one hour and forty minutes after starting, there was some light hearted banter between the FRBs and those that they had deserted (biased? who me?), before Pancsi was given the Hash-It for being the FRB ringleader.

Also after thanking Keith for a memorable run it was decided to re-christen him as “Bloody L”.

We then retired to the sixteenth century warmth and comfort of the Crown Hotel where we were entertained by a ninety year old guy doing tricks with Sinbad's finger and a piece of knotted string.

On-On, Bambi.

Bambi.