Run	Date	Hare(s)	Description	MapRef	1:50000	1:25000	1:10000	More
879	2017-09-24 11:00	Two Ferrets Fighting and Old Faithful	Lavington Common Car Park	SU949187

A huge hatch of happy Hashers hardly happens habitually, however warm weather wrought a wonderful willingness to wend a windy way.

To the relief of some, Hairbrush was too preoccupied with Christmas Lunch to bother to find out what had happened on this day in history, and as there were no visitors or newbies it was over to the Hares to tell us nothing much before we exploded out of the car park looking for flour.

"You don't need to cross the road!" shouted Old Faithful which we took to be concern for our safety (as if), which in retrospect was only to prevent us stumbling over the On-In.

A plethora of false flour was whittled down to the path north west alongside the road which had been chosen by Prancer and The Ref. Next a typical Old Faithful outing took us through scrub and over deep leaf litter, meandering north east over a stream which Jones' little legs managed to vault in one.

The twists and turns soon proved disorientating, prompting Vixen to exclaim "I don't think that we have come this way before, have we?".

The shade of the woods gave way to the glare of the sun, the leaves gave way to soft sapping sand and the eyes feasted on heather as we followed Hairbrush north to the brow of the common.

There are many footpaths and tracks here, no doubt the Hares had laid some devilish falsies among the rhododendrons and tall pines, but others had surgically removed most of the flour giving us no option but to follow the Hares for the next ten minutes, west across the road and into Main Wood.

There were many different varieties of fungi evident here, without having to look for them, just as Flash started to talk about finding some Magic on the forest floor the Hares let us loose and we left Dr Blood behind.

Thence, a rush south west on Cathanger Lane, over the cross roads, south to Lower Barn and we were strung out.

Probably we should have had a re-group but we didn't, then we spotted walkers on the direct route to the chariots so followed them to find a false trail, so the pack bunched up again as the trail took us around the remaining three sides of the square in the middle of the common.

We reached the On-In after one hour and sixteen minutes of surprisingly sweaty hashing.

At the circle we had loads of admin, thanked the hares, gave the Hash-It to Pancsi for "accidentally" giving Two Ferrets Fighting a perspiration laden embrace, discovered that Snake Charmer is soon to be an Honest Woman and that Pink Flamingo is betrothed to Dr Blood, she showed us her ring.

A previously made democratic decision to retire to the White Horse at Graffham was enacted in a timely manner, no remoaners.

Soon we were making the most of the autumn sun in the garden while the gastro pub diners in the conservatory gazed on, wishing they could be carefree happy Hashers like us.

On On ! Bambi.