Run	Date	Hare(s)	Description	MapRef	1:50000	1:25000	1:10000	More
822	2015-08-30	Kinky & Thumper	Charlton Sawmills	SU886127

Apparently according to Thumper, nothing happened on this day in history since the world began, which was unedifying for our visitors Catherine and Robert, Dag's sister and nephew?.

The air was warm and heavy with moisture allowing brief glimpses of the sun as we set off in an easterly direction. Immediately, The Ref and Snake Charmer found a long falsie south up Chalk Road with most of the pack in tow, and His Knees are Buggered wallowed alone in the shiggy around the log stacks.

Meanwhile Sinbad had found the trail north back through the village and up the path to Levin Down. Despite much Sinbad vocal encouragement to follow, the majority decided to try the long path west to Singleton before returning to enjoy the gentle climb up Levin Down, not half way, all the way, the full Monty.

Having worked so hard to reach altitude, no one wanted to risk checking any descending flour, especially HKaB, who disappeared over the summit with everyone following, no flour but hey what a lovely view.

Sinbad and Bambi had spotted a few dollups on the western slope which were, in due course, re-examined to reveal the path around the contour to Collick's Copse weaving a way through the piles of ruminant ordure following Old Faithful.

Emerging on the road from Drovers, those of us who know the area like the back of our hands felt sure that we must now head east to Broadham House. This proved to be a mistake as the true trail continued west all the way to Drovers, even the path north to Nightingale Wood was out, as Chastity Belt found after over running the falsie in that direction by miles.

The monotony of this stretch of tarmac was broken by a Fish Hook which caught Bambi, Snake Charmer, Dag, Old Failthful and HKaB.

So there we were just north of Drovers staring at an arrow that pointed across the main road, shock!, horror!, we have never been that way before, have we?, and one hour already gone, we were doomed.

West into Wellhanger Copse to enjoy a long long falsie north before heading south to Hill Cottages over open grassland. Another long falsie down the road to Cucumber Farm left most of the pack well beneath the true path into Honeycomb Copse past a large herd of disinterested Freisians.

At this point Spiderman confessed that he had lead a Heartsmart walk on this very same path as he shot off across the old railway and down to Singleton rec like a cruise missile.

Our Hares were waiting for us there with a boot full of liquid refreshment, which after one hour and twentyseven minutes of steamy hashing was greatly appreciated.

After ten minutes of listening to Snake Charmer moaning about her toilet seat blisters and listening to The Ref trying to break the world belching record we were on our way again.

Now, the back of the hand enabled us to hit the trail via the church straight back to the chariots, which were reached one hour and fortyseven minutes after our departure.

Since neither of our JM/Hares had been with us en route they had no idea as to the conduct of the participants, and there was a mutual reluctance to be a Grass, so some trumped up charges meant that The Ref got the Hash-It for being afraid of cows.

We thanked the Hares for a great (in all senses) hash covering new territory and a beer stop. Then we retired to The Partridge to drink beer and eat crisps in the garden amongst the vintage cars.

On On! Bambi.

Bambi.