Run	Date	Hare(s)	Description	MapRef	1:50000	1:25000	1:10000	More
895	2018-05-13 11:00	Flash & the Panda	Creech Wood Denmead	SU647113

Dappled sunlight through the firs in the car park may have been the reason why Bika brought his chariot to a halt on the soft ground away from a hard standing. The whining sound of a failing reverse manoeuvrer brought a posse of hashers over to help push the vehicle out. Driving wheels, spinning in reverse, on mud, are like a liquidiser running without a lid. Soapbox was the main recipient of the shiggy shower, returning to solid ground with a brown spotty line from crotch to crown.

Prancer kicked off with a rambling talk about how the area is reputed to be riddled with hidden fuel storage bunkers from WW2, then the hares Isla, Panda and Flash gave us the usual lies, then we were off, looking for flour and trying not to fall into a bunker.

Initially we headed West across the road on the narrow meandering track, ducking under fallen trees to end up wandering aimlessly about on lovely soft decaying bracken East of Creech House.

A person or persons unknown found the trail South East back across the road and then parallel to it, until we reached a fish hook that caught The Ref, Old Faithful, Prancer, Vixen and Bambi.

Hash saboteurs had done for some of the next bits, however it was clear that we had to either turn left soon or end up in Portsmouth Harbour.

We had only just discovered the trail South East when, blow me!, another fish hook for Kinky, Bika, Old Faithful, Snake Charmer and Bambi.

Next we followed a stream North East to the delight of Pocket Rocket as he made great leaps from one side to another while the dogs found the taste of the dank dirty water irresistible, lap lap mmmmm.

Then a long slog South West on a main path ended with what turned out to be the final fish hook for Spiderman, Old Faithful, Bambi, Dr Blood and Spiderwoman.

A U turn and we were scampering East alongside the golf course to get quite strung out, until an adhoc regroup was called at a small sunny spot in the forest shade.

While the pack gathered, Spiderman examined the fungi that he had gathered, "I think it's Chicken of the forest" he said, "perfectly edible", perhaps he should review his Will while the chicken is sauting in the pan.

A quick "say cheese" moment and we were off again, North and then West towards the chariots, following the sound of Kinky's bugle that had been well used all morning.

The On-In, neatly written, was discovered after one hour and four minutes on the flat forest floor.

The Hash-It along with Splasher was not present, and the JMs ignored the Bika parking fiasco to nominate The Ref to receive the round wooden seat, if we ever see it again, for a fish hook infringement, voilating paragraph three section B of the 2006 act.

Then good news!, Pink Flamingo and Dr blood announced a culmination of their state of betrothal, with a marriage in September.

According to tradition we then adjourned to The Harvester at the foot of Bunker Hill to find the shady garden a little cool, quaff ale and ruminate on lost caverns of gasoline.

On – On ! Bambi.

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