Run	Date	Hare(s)	Description	MapRef	1:50000	1:25000	1:10000	More
810	2015-03-15	Canman & Soap Box	Selhurst Park East	SU935119

Many factors, the cold grey weather, Mother's Day, infirmity, and possibly the Ides of March conspired to reduce the turnout to a bare minimum, although those that presented themselves were of the fitter variety.

The Hares promised us a regroup with a history lesson, thus we were barely able to conceal our excitement at the prospect as we ventured forth to the west of the car park.

At the nearby big clearing everything north of the road was false so we followed His Knees Are Buggered who had gone south across the road and into the newly sprouting turnip field. That is when a better late than never newbie, recently from down under, by the name of Helen caught up with us.

Most of the pack are very familiar with this area, so very soon we were on good flour heading west along Monarch's Way which is the only right of way through this part of the Goodwood estate. By paying little attention to attempts to divert us from this path we progressed quickly to the promised regroup, at Eastdean Hill.

Here Canman raked over the story of Charlie 2 and his 615 mile flight from the battle of Worcester in 1651 and how he had passed this way, but in the opposite direction of course, not to mention the nearby WW2 bunkers, all of it riveting.

All too soon we were on our way again, re-crossing the road and heading north down the valley beneath Chiseldown with Panscsi leading the charge.

It should be noted that considering our small number we were making quick progress. I think this was due to two factors, firstly we were all able to maintain a respectable pace with little walking, secondly, against expectations the flour density was more than adequate, almost profligate, considering the Hare's normal Frugal McDougall approach.

Inevitably there was a climb east to the top of Chiseldown, where newcomer Helen showed off by running all the way up, powered by Vegemite no doubt.

Now the FRBs, Pancsi, Helen, Kinky, Hairbrush and Old Faithful took a falsie as the route unexpectedly double backed south along the edge of the Down. After a bit of a long plod south, before reaching the road again, a poorly concealed trail meant that we were soon heading east off the track with nice soft leaves underfoot and bare branches above until we intersected the On-In trail after fifty five minutes of breathless hashing.

At the circle, mothers got some cupcakes, Kinky murdered some droll wordplay on the topic of Brutus slaying Ceasar , beware the JM's humour, Helen was given a proper welcome, Snake Charmer had sinned, and Bambi received the wooden oval in recognition of his amazing horn.

Intelligence reported that The George was full of lunching mothers so we went over to The Partridge in Singleton where there was ample floor space to down nectars of various hues.

On On! Bambi.