Run	Date	Hare(s)	Description	MapRef	1:50000	1:25000	1:10000	More
813	2015-04-26	Pansci, Snake Charmer & Splasher	Heyshott Common	SU895185

The weather landed on a snake, cool, grey and earlier wet on the hares, judging by the soggy map that Pancsi was clutching.

First some Hasher Health news, as we learned that Tigger's ticker has been playing up and that The Doc might be headed home from a falsie to a Fontwell care home.

Next a visitor welcome back for Albert and the dynamic duo that is Roaming Pussy and Bogey Man from Brighton HHH. Then Bush Baby started whinging about her name, persuading us to rename her as Dag (Aussie origin ? a lock of wool matted with dung hanging from a sheep's arse) ? mmm nice.

It was almost time to head for the pub before we at last started east and then south on the New Lipchis Way with Flash and Albert out front heading for The Unicorn. Presumably this pub was shut because the pack came back from that direction with Old Faithful and Pink Flamingo, tongues hanging out, in front, heading north east and soon arriving at a rickety stile on a five path convergence.

Only Bika was bold enough to try the trail over freshly sprouting wheat, destroying crop at every stride and finding flour all the way. Many more feet followed, soon spilling out on to the Graffham road and quickly finding the way up and ever up through Upper Polecats Copse into Goldballs Plantation to meet Thumper at the top for a regroup.

From the restart Splasher tried his best to get us lost by wandering around in the trees until Hairbrush meandered under the watch tower to find a way west through the Tumuli on to soft sandy soil with heather and gorse decorating the landscape. Unbelievably it was only now, that we heard the first toots from Kinky who had just noticed the big lump of brass that was hanging round his neck.

A gentle descent south on to Heyshott Green with a bluebell carpet saw us reach the On-In across the road and back to the pond after just fiftyseven minutes of hesitant hashing.

At the circle we complimented the hares as usual, had some Kinkyesque humour, noted that Bogeyman had taken a dive, booed at Spiderman for standing on a falsie and eventually gave the Hash-It to Dag because of the aforementioned whinging.

Then we all rushed around to The Greyhound where Snake Charmer had arranged a sit down roast lunch, thanks Charmer.

At first I must admit that I thought the day glow orange dress that SC was wearing was a bit loud, however it soon became apparent that it was an ideal colour to hide the stains from the gravy that was showering down from the heavily laden triangular plates as they passed overhead.

Hairbrush managed to get a good portion of the meaty smelling liquid all over his codpiece and was starting to worry about encountering a friendly dog.

On On! Bambi.