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861	2017-01-15 11:00	Popeye & Olive Oyl	Hayling Island Billy	SU717029

Being British we must start by noting that it was cold and wet but mercifully not windy. Spirits were high despite the conditions and just having had multiple injuries from driving through the Mariana trench to get into the car park.

Our new JMs rounded us up to hear a callous joke at the expense of the 21 poor souls who lost their lives in the Boston Molasses Disaster on this day in 1919, yes "a sticky end" raised a few titters in the Circle.

Then Popeye told us about the trail, firstly Olive Oyl who had helped to lay was not going to join us, apparently she's teaching others to control a beast between their legs possibly with the encouragement of a little crop.

Then when asked "where is The Yew Tree?", Popeye replied "it's over there, we will be running right past it, oh! oops!".

Ushered northwards, Pancsi soon found the trail, and I wish I had more details about the next part of the trail, however I do not because most of my notepad turned to pulp in my pocket. I know that Bika and Aragorn turned up shortly before we ran off the start of The Billy Trail, across the busy road and into the forecourt of the fuel station which has the cheapest petrol for miles.

Too many of us know the little path that goes south from the other side of the pumps, so yours' truly and Pancsi were soon miles in front heading for Stoke. Cleverly the Hares had allowed for this with the use of a Fish Hook (4) which should have caught Bambi, Pancsi, Dag and Snake Charmer, however as far as I could see, three of these seemed to ignore it.

Continuing south, just before coming down Kingsway, we chanced upon a small playground where Dag proved that she can swing with the best of them.

East now, on the verdant path towards North Hayling and a long run on the open field led predictably to another Fish Hook (7) that caught Bambi, Pancsi, Snake Charmer, Dag, Prancer, Panda and Flash, this time with total compliance. I am still scratching my head as to why Dr Blood also joined us, masochism?.

South again and then through Northwood Farm and a regroup. Next it was a bit west through houses and out and south on the narrow pavement alongside the river of death as far as The Yew Tree to where we were shortly to return.

West on Daw Lane and another short regroup and we were soon heading north, on a path that had been shiggyfied by hooves, until we were back on The Billy with no prizes for guessing to continue north.

There was a small detour towards the beach which some missed before we found the On-In after one hour and seven minutes of soggy, splashy happy hashing.

At the circle there was a long list of candidates, Spiderman for something to do with his state of dress, Old Faithful on two counts, one of not being able to find the start car park and another of running when he knows that Pru and his doctor have forbidden it, and bambi for merely singing that ever popular song "show me the way to go home". In the end it was Splasher that received the Hash-It because he confused a friendly encouraging pat on the shoulder from Two Ferrets with sexual harassment, is this PC gone mad?.

The Yew Tree was our final regroup, where there was warm dry space and quick service, their Sunday Roast must be very popular judging by the number of loaded plates, drenched in aromatic gravy that passed me.

On On! Bambi