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Est 1983 - ON PRES: Robin Low

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8652017-03-12 11:00Pink Flamingo and Dr BloodAmbersham Common X Roads SU910190

It is so hard for Hares to spend an early morning in cold pouring rain, trying to lay a trail, only to have the weather improve just before everyone else arrives to express surprise at how miserable they look. So it was as a shivering Pink Flamingo, perched in the back of her chariot and watched Hashers arrive until there was a decent number, to make the ordeal seem a little more worthwhile.

Hairbrush launched into “this day in history” while Two Ferrets, having her right forearm in plaster, stood and pretended to be a one armed bandit.

Then Dr Blood mumbled something about not running along the road before we all set out by running along the road. Called back we found flour north east and up above the old pit and Dr Blood was coming along with us and there was a great deal of huffing and puffing because the way was steep and arduous and FALSE, as we met Hairbrush returning, and were forced to descend and take the small sticky path next to New Road.

Vixen and Prancer, having set out this way from the start were well ahead, and had already found the trail east from the small car park onto Ambersham Common and its delightfully sandy tracks.

Some of this early flour had washed away, at least that was what Pink Flamingo said, consequently the pack dispersed into the heather and bracken until Kinky found something to blow his horn about. This turned out to be the path north west to cross New Road once again.

I think that the hares had tried some fancy flour here because we found three checks all very close together, any trail laying nuance was lost as we all followed a charging Flash west down into the valley and stream at Little London.

Somewhat predictably the bridge had been marked false along with a trail on the south bank, so a bit of leaping was called for if you wanted to keep your paws dry, even Splasher made it look easy, but then he knows this area like the back of his neck.

From here we headed west into the heart of Heyshott Common, to that spot where a million paths converge and they are all as boggy as … what? what are things as boggy as?, well anyway, very very boggy.

I was miles down a falsie answering the call of nature when someone found the true trail, so I don't know who we followed south towards Polecats and another crossing of the stream. Same ole, same ole, falsie on the bridge, however this time the bank was steeper, not many dry paws here, for the few who dared.

That's it really, a little more south out of the trees under the leaden sky before reaching the road and the On-In after fifty five minutes of dashing in the damp.

The circle contained Bambi for splashing Old Faithful while his mouth was open forcing him to chew grit, (must make a movie about that), Prancer for being such a mambie pambie shiggy hater, and Snake Charmer for some reason. However the Hash-It was presented, or at least, there was an attempt to present it to Belle for dropping some number twos in the circle during proceedings.

Then on to The Partridge where Treefeller reliably informs me there was a nice warm fire and the usual welcoming atmosphere.

On-On! Bambi.

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