Run	Date	Hare(s)	Description	MapRef	1:50000	1:25000	1:10000	More
871	2017-06-04 11:00	Canman, Soapbox & Dogwhistle	Upperton Recreation Ground	SU959225

It looked much warmer than it actually was, due to a chilly breeze from the south west, still, mustn't grumble, hell, why not?. The history reminders this time were about Henry Ford who invented the first suffer-a-jet in 1896 which he nicknamed Amy and which was used to evacuate the beaches of Dunkirk in 1940, at least I think that is what Hairbrush said.

There was a new hasher, Harry, who looked a bit keen as he swigged water, yes! water before the off, while being totally confused by Hairbrush's description of the rules, such as they are. Then Canman sort of apologised for there being a short course, as he assumed that it was going to be a much hotter day, before pointing us to the Upperton gate into the park and as we departed mentioned that some of the trail was laid in sawdust.

Down the steps, and a long wait while Bika desperately fumbled with the gate catch and hashers piled into his back. Despite the very dry year so far, the spring here is still flowing, so there was a bit of shiggy acting as a deterrent to heading up hill to the north, but that is where we went after Sinbad and Prancer had investigated a long southern falsie.

Some searching followed, with us all spread out over the hillside seeking but not finding, perhaps the sawdust, that looked more like wood chips, was proving hard to spot.

Eventuall we found our way to a regroup on top of the reservoir mound, with it's panoramic view of the lake and house, and listened to Canman tell us all about how Henry the VIII had stolen the house from someone called "Capability Brown" whom he had locked up in The Tower until he had been freed by Sir Percy Lancelot and a widow who lived in the little house near the reservoir that is now rented out to tourists, at least I think that is what he said.

Just after the restart, and a little further north we hit a fish hook that caught Jack, The Ref, Harry, Pancsi, Old Faithful, and Bambi. Then it was a long charge down hill to Halfmoon Furze, over ankle twisting tussocks. We got a bit lost at the bottom until Pink Flamingo found the way south towards the lower pond, which we circumnavigated to the amusement of the fishermen.

Now we headed west on to the open land at the heart of the park, and another fish hook that caught Prancer, Old Faithful, The Ref, Harry and Pink Flamingo.

Continuing west we started the climb back towards Upperton and caught up with Splasher who had been on a short walk on account of a strained hamstring. We found him standing on the On-In, which meant that the hash was over, quite quickly, after less than an hour of bright windblown hashing.

At the circle, we thanked the hares, who's ages add up to a total of 235 years, and picked on Bambi for his avant garde headgear and Old Faithful for thinking he could get away with new shoes. The big news was that Jack who had been complaining about finding it hard to run with a belly full of a certain food product was given both the Hash-It and the Hash-Name of "Cheesy Chips".

rumble, hell, why not?.

On – On ! Bambi.

We then adjourned to the garden patio of The Halfway Bridge, where the service was rapid, and the small coffee that I had seemed expensive, but still, mustn't g