Run	Date	Hare(s)	Description	MapRef	1:50000	1:25000	1:10000	More
831	2015-12-20	Thumper and Kinky - Santa Hats!	Emsworth Bridge Road Car Park	SU747060

Nearing the Winter Solstice meant a gloomy day, however a fresh breeze from The Sahara brought mild damp air to our lungs.

It was nice to have Brylcreem^TM join us after a long absence, now sporting a beard, a real one, not a Santa one.

We listened to some history and then dumped excess clothing in Treefeller's chariot before rushing north up Bridge Rd leaving Spiderman hopping round looking for a thorn in his sock.

Under the A27 and into the park was next, where we spread out aimlessly. Many minutes later some soggy blobs took us back south under the A27 to the station with Popeye and Brylcreem^TM up front.

Most of us know this area very well, so soon we found the trail east into Brook Meadow, under the railway and round to the little weir at Lumley Rd.

Many of us now expected to head north and cross the A27 again, which would have been the least obvious route, and were delighted to find a trail in this direction. Dag and Sinbad were the first to discover this assumption to be false, so presently we were heading south to catch up with the rest, beside the banks of the Ems and under the A259 to loiter outside The Lord Raglan.

Here we found that the front runners had taken a long falsie south on the first FP, the one that heads for The Marina, so we were all nicely back together again to find flour on the second FP to head west to cross King's St and then south down Fishermans to the harbour.

And lo! we discovered Thumper with a bottle in hand saying "do you like sherry?", well I mean, is The Pope Catholic?.

Mince Pies were also on offer, so we had a lovely sip, nibble, and natter while the two growling dogs fought and Splasher wandered off to point Percy at the harbour wall. Then Kinky whipped out some Hash Carol sheets and before we knew it we were all loudly trying to fit his words to well known tunes, the alcohol having removed inhibitions and oiled larynges.

It was hard to get going again, especially as the pebbles west to the quay were as slippery as banana skins. Then we followed Olive Oyl, Dag, Pancsi and Brylcreem^TM all the way round The Promenade and north into the houses across Warblington and Havant roads to find the On-In just east of Highland Close, which is the gateway to Kinky Mansion, after one hour and eight minutes of breezy hashing.

A quick trip to the chariots to change our clobber and then back to Kinky Mansion's southern lawns to celebrate the last Hash of the year around a table laden with all manner of delights provided by Pru and Old Faithful.

At the circle were compliments for the better dressed and much mirth on hearing that BloodyL had not noticed the trail that ran up the street where he lives. Splasher apparently deserved the Hash-It, not for exploits along the harbour wall but for asking someone to carry his coat.

There were lots of Merry Christmases as hashers gradually departed after a very satisfying Sunday morning. A big "thank you" goes to Pru for the food and Thumper and Kinky for the trail and use of their home.

How Old Faithful manages to get a gate legged table into the back of a Honda Jazz is something to behold.

On On! Bambi.