Run	Date	Hare(s)	Description	MapRef	1:50000	1:25000	1:10000	More
899	2018-07-08 11:00	Snake Charmer, Pancsi & Splasher	Angmering Park - Dover Car Park	TQ060064

The mercury was playing fast and loose with thirty degrees, so it was a relief to find that the car park off Dover Road was in deep shade even though the arrival of each chariot was accompanied by a cloud of gritty dust.

There was talk of soccer in Russia and three hour queues for the Wittering beach before the hares spun the usual web of no truths and set us on our way. Oh No! not more than twenty paces had been achieved before a massive root reared up out of the ground and brought Bambi to a catastrophic halt, pick yourself up, dust yourself down and start all over again.

Meanwhile, the pack had followed Kinky's horn West to Quakerscorner and were milling about in the shade trying to spot little dots of flour amongst the dappled patches of sunlight. Prancer found the real stuff North to Braxby Copse and on into Bushy Field where there was a bit of inventive trail laying to force us around the long sides of a triangular path arrangement. As a result a few managed to get a long way in front until they were reined in by a fish hook, this caught Bambi, Kinky The Ref and Old Faithful.

Next we made our way North East into Wepham Wood where we ignored loads of elf and safety tape before charging down hill to Wepham Ball. Things ground to a halt here, a combination of the reluctance of anyone to do any checking on account of the hot conditions (frankly, just can't be asked) and all that were checked turned out to be false.

Prancer said that he was going to meditate and enter a Shaman like trance during which the spirits of the woodland would reveal the true trail. He stumbled behind some bushes and was soon heard making a strange sound reminiscent of a rutting stag as he divined the true trail West up the slope, back towards Bushy Field.

On the crest we ran into a section of recent felling that made hard going as we clambered over thick off cuts. Unchained on to a wide gravel path, with a Zephyr at our backs we sped into Braxby Copse to return to the check at the triangle. In short order we found the way back to Quagscorner and the On-In after one hour and eight minutes of mercifully shady hashing.

At the circle Splasher was admonished for calling Prancer "Gay" while meaning to say something more like "jolly" or "spirited". Kinky had some explaining to do, why did he stand on a falsie and call "On"?, echoes of Mussolini here. Then there was Snake Charmer getting involved in a bit of flashing as a sweaty top was removed or so I am told. What took the biscuit though was Canman who failed to find his massive Merc in the tiny carpark. A big cloud of dust accompanied our exit from the carpark as we rushed over to the Fox at Patching to rehydrate with lashings of cool lager in the shade of a tree.

On – On ! Bambi.