Run	Date	Hare(s)	Description	MapRef	1:50000	1:25000	1:10000	More
902	2018-08-19 11:00	Old Faithful and Bambi	Iping Common	SU852220

A grey featureless sky with a hint of moisture on a Westerly breeze made a welcome break from the dry parched Hash weather of late as quite a crowd gathered on the edge of Iping Common.

Tigger's chariot disgorged a full load which included virgins Helena, Jabie, Alex and Maddie and there was a welcome back for Hash Princess who is now all grown up, which is what happens if one keeps feeding little Hashers.

We suffered another lengthy lecture from Prancer on the topic of the local area, I can only remember something about the Saxons charging fifteen pounds to watch The Invisible Man riding a Stallion on The Common and how their ham had been eaten by The Beatles.

At length, and much to the relief of the ever impatient canines, we set off South West into the glorious Heather of Fitzhall Heath with Hash Princess striding out in front trying to catch up with Two Ferrets who appeared to be using performance enhancers.

Bringing up the rear we were joined by the late arrival of Head Boy from Hazlemere who was able to observe a bunch of shortcutters led by Bika who displayed a salute first used at Agincourt to our JM as he was reprimanded for his transgression.

We crossed the road into Fitzall Rough turning West in the Rhododendrons on our way up to the gates of Fithall. Here Two Ferrets went wrong for the first time and disappeared towards Bridgelands Farm while the rest of us recrossed the road into Bridglands Plantation.

We were getting rather strung out at this stage, however the ingenious Hares had laid a plethora of falsies among the tall Pines of the uphill Southern approach to Goldring's Warren, effectively leading to a regroup as many attempts to find the true trail were made.

Much to their surprise the bunch of Tigger's virgins discovered good flour up a bike track and found themselves leading the pack into the criss cross maze of paths among the Sweet Chestnut saplings in The Warren.

A relatively simple series of checks then lead us North to the edge of Trotton Common and the roar of the main road that made it hard to enjoy a horn even though Kinky was blowing hard as usual.

Heading East next towards the Trig Point, over open heath with black patches of fire scorched scrub, we encountered a herd of bullocks that had taken a liking to Tesco's Self Raising. Aragorn seemed to take exception to a long tongue devouring one of the Checks and had to be dragged away before he got a de-horned head butt.

All that now remained was an uneventful run to the On-In which we reached after one hour and ten minutes of convivial Hashing.

At the circle the JMs wasted no time in giving Bika the Hash-It on account of the aforementioned shortcutting incident.

With a good thirst we all set off for the Hamilton Arms only to discover that it was choc-a-bloc with a WW2 re-enactment. Unable to discover if the beers were at WW2 prices it was decided to move on to The Half Moon or perhaps The Greyhound, and there's the rub, some chose the former and some the latter, and our JMs chose both in succession.

On – On ! Bambi.

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