Frosty and bright – a lovely day for a run – once we get going! Early arrivals preferred to stay in their cars drifting in when Bambi open the ceremonies. Mainly the usual from JM and hares, but Spiderman brought the sorry news that Spiderwoman had somehow slipped off the web and damaged 2 or 3 ribs. Sounds painful, and we all wish her a speedy recovery.
We set off through the woods to the east with hares Sinbad and 2 Ferrets Fighting teasing the pack to continue across the open fields towards Halnaker Park before we found the proper trail northwards and across the road. Here the trail zigzagged through the brambles between 2 closely parallel tracks alongside the road and back past the chariots – a short trail? Oh no, there was more...
Back to the south again and we had almost made a complete loop of the car park. Here Bambi overran a falsie and almost immediately found a check-point. Snake Charmer found the correct trail which traced a long triangle back to the check point Bambi had found. Next down to the edge of the Goodwood estate and westwards along its boundary. This is part of the standard Chichester Runner’s trail, Bambi informed me, a trail very familiar to Sinbad... too many athletes around here!
So there we were, trundling towards the Trundle – that’s surely our destination? Dr Blood chose instead to check out downhill – seasoned hashers bet on the direct route – but Dr Blood was right, so downhill we all went, followed by the inevitable uphill link. Coming out of the woods, Kinky checked out the direct route again, but again the hares chose to take a deviation. 2FF called Kinky back but as he had height advantage and a clear view of the pack below him, he did a bit of parallel running – would he regret this in the circle?
Finally the trail did turn towards the Trundle but never actually reached the summit, instead trundling along a zigzaggy circuit of it. Returning to the woods the pack spotted Snake Charmer and Pancsi trying to find Belle who’d gone missing. Dogs are usually better at finding their owner than vice versa and almost immediately Belle turned up as if nothing was wrong.
We had covered much of the land available for this run by now so you might have thought the on-in would be more or less back along the road, but the inventive hares had other ideas and found new tracks to keep us guessing to the end.
In the circle Bambi told us he’d watched an interesting documentary last night on marijuana, Old Faithful asked it was interesting. Yes, said Bambi, I think it was about railways. (The circle was bemused too.) Bambi went on to admonish the pack for shoddy trail etiquette admitting that he himself had overrun 3 falsies. He then recommended Prancer who, in spite of suffering from watering eyes, had managed to spot the dust on one tricky piece of off-piste trail. Snake Charmer was scolded for managing to lose Belle; but he nominated Splasher as hash*it for having gashed his ankle on one of the brambles. At this point fellow JM Old Faithful intervened calling for a democratic vote on whether the hash*it should go to Splasher or to Bambi himself for his blatant falsie abuse. It goes without saying what the unanimous decision was.
On-on to the Fox Goes Free where it was almost warm enough to enjoy sitting outside.
On On! Kinky