Run	Date	Hare(s)	Description	MapRef	1:50000	1:25000	1:10000	More
802	2014-11-23	Kinky and Thumper	Stoughton Forest	SU815125

A bracing eight degrees and coming down in steady sheets, perfect hashing weather ?, it would seem so, judging by the number who turned up to drown.

It was nice to see irregulars Debbie, Tim, and Two Ferrets Fighting and to learn that the hares had managed to lay a trail. “Three blobs and you're on” said Kinky as we watched his demo blobs float away down the car park. “Let me try again”, he repeated the action and more flour went floating away.

Soon we were sploshing our way north west along the road to the first check at Wildham Barn and then slithering up the steep path into Inholmes Wood, leaving Dr Blood and a few others a long way false in the other direction.

I don't have too much more detail from this point on because my notepad had become a useless ball of pulp with a curly bit of wire running through.

We did not go all the way up the hill, as we found some flour/dough south west along the eastern edge of the wood. Spiderman started to moan about how tired he was, having spent the previous day on a strange sort of Hash where there is no flour but you have a map of the checks, and no false trails, where is the fun in that ?.

Resuming the upward progress we reached the path that follows the 100 metre contour and headed south west, Tim and Sinbad being the only ones to be lured elsewhere. Then, just before this path is “permissive”, the hares had set a devilish check that got the better of the pack.

A nod and a wink sent a few searching successfully in the uphill undergrowth and the rest followed. I was minded to start humming the opening of the chorus “All we like sheep have gone astray” from The Messiah but thought better of it, pearls before swine.

So we made our way through brush to the top of the ridge and south to the main cross paths due west of Pitlands Farm. This was the pivotal point of the route, north or south would dictate the rest, and equal numbers headed in each direction with the northerners getting well ahead after they found dough across the landing strip and then Olive Oyl and The Ref made the fairly obvious splash south east in the direction of Wildham Barn to a check just above the drop.

There used to be a decent bench at this cross paths that sometimes was used for a nap by Mussolini. It now lies in ruins as the result of a tractor impact (according to my source).

No one thought it would be down the hill and On-In from here, but why a bunch of pack, Pancsi, Snake Charmer, Tim, etc. headed south and back into Inholmes Wood at this point is beyond comprehension, our hare was truly amazed as he called them back to follow the small number that had headed north and down the hill to the road.

The last little bit of sploshing used the boggy path south east alongside the road, just in Coldcroft copse to reach the On-In after one hour and eighteen minutes of rather damp hashing. It was surprising to find that so much of the flour had not washed away.

At the circle we applauded the hares for being above and beyond, mentioned that Splasher had spent the morning cowering in the back seat of a car and that Old Faithful appeared to have new shoes before giving him the Hash-It for running practically nude.

Those that wanted to absorb even more moisture then retired to welcoming warm bosom of The Barley Mow where Kinky and the sympathetic landlord had reserved some tables inside, in the dry, like we used to do in the good old days.

On On ! Bambi