Run	Date	Hare(s)	Description	MapRef	1:50000	1:25000	1:10000	More
820	2015-08-02	Pancsi, Snake Charmer & Splasher	Elsted Village Hall	SU817196

The sunshine attracted a load of Hashers (What is the collective name? a confusion of?, an intoxication of?, a shower of?, suggestions on a postcard please.)

Any way it was a lovely day and lots turned up, including a visit from Wild Bush and Keeps It Up and an outing for our Hon Presidentess The Chamois.

In the shade of a young specimen of Quercus Garryana the hares warned us of inclines, undergrowth and regroups, yeah like we would believe that.

Off we went then, directed west to the crossroad. False north and south then Spiderman found what we were after round Mill Barn farm and then south to Redlands soon overtaken by Keeps It Up and Bambi.

Here the hares tried to be clever clogs with a false to the south that had a little loop of trail to get round which fooled no one except Dag. Old Faithful just ran over the false mark claiming immunity by virtue of rule 75b that states false marks don't count if you shout "checking!" loudly enough.

Now we reached the lower slopes of Mount Sinai and had an impromptu regroup to catch breath and consider which route would be taken to the summit. Most assumed a direct assault was in order but found false or nothing, meanwhile Spiderman who had memorised a map of the area was taking the slightly easier track up the northeast slope getting ahead of the rest again.

It is a long slog up to the SDW here and not helped by Dag surprising you from behind shouting "out the way!".

A necessary regroup at the top was followed by the outrageous descent northeast on Rook Clift, seriously, it is like running down the serrated edge of a knife, oblivion beckoning for any false move left or right. At the bottom a short stretch of brambly jungle is followed by sudden emergence into the glare of a sun bleached wheatfield and relief at having survived.

Soon it became apparent that Kinky and Pink Flamingo were no longer with us.

The Hares attempted to hold us all here in the shade of a grove of juvenile Fagus Sylvatica, but Bogeyman did not get the message as he continued through Manor Farm and on to Treyford.

Still no sign of the missing, so in time honoured tradition we just continued regardless and charged off in Bogeyman's wake.

The road to Grevatts was false, leaving us with a trip on more tarmac west, back towards Redlands, not far to go now.

The path north off the road was marked on both sides of the hedge leaving the front runners split and then the next check spread us about on the gentle edge of Westfield Hanger until the one amongst us who had memorised the map sorted it out.

Northwest across the brook, upward through the stubble, one more check, and we emerged on the lawn of The Three Horseshoes after one hour and eight minutes of parched hashing.

Just as we were circling up and thanking the Hares, Kinky appeared and explained all about helping Pink Flamingo who had done a mischief to her ankle and waiting at the roadside for vehicular assistance.

We ruminated on Dag calling a check a cross, Dr Blood loosing Pink Flamingo, Pink Flamingo to add insult to injury, but gave the Hash-It to Bogeyman for deafness.

Then back to The Three Horseshoes where after waiting in line for a hundred years the hard pressed staff only just managed to find enough clean glasses to serve us all.

Basking in the garden made it seem all worthwhile.

On On! Bambi.