Run	Date	Hare(s)	Description	MapRef	1:50000	1:25000	1:10000	More
921	2019-05-12 11:00	Two Ferrets Fighting & Dog Whistle	Slindon Shellbridge Rd	SU972076

We stood there on a grassy verge in the bright bright sunshine while noisy V8 Four by Fours thundered past like a scene from Mad Max. What was definitely not Max was the number of Hashers that eventually gathered.

Luckily, the sheer quality of athletic prowess that did gather more than made up for the apparently small turnout.

If the Hares were disappointed they did not show it as they excitedly told us not to release the dogs of Hash this time on account of the amount of tarmac involved before we all raced off South towards the A27, then raced back North because it was false.

Only the old sea dog who is Sinbad had spotted the Footpath sign just a few yards from the start, he was fruitlessly exploring a maze of brambles aside the path when the rest arrived to discover that the trail just went straight on West.

Two Hares and two styles of trail, one laying extravagant masses of flour easily visible, the other laying miserly and sparse deposits that were difficult to spot in the dappled light under the trees. Who layed which?, Bambi did not enquire, you ask if you like, but be prepared to duck.

We thundered across Mill Road and into the deeper shade of Slindon Common alongside the paddocks of Woodlands Farm where the air was still calm and crisp from the cool night, a tonic for needy lungs.

Surprisingly our small pack was still all together as we checked out the web of paths just South of the A29 except for Bika who fancied a jog under the sun on the path across Ashbeds. In retrospect it is obvious that we would have to cross the A29 at some stage, however on the day we were not really aware of it's presence until we came upon a regroup at the Park Lane roundabout.

There were no problems negotiating the lazy Sunday traffic, thus we were soon on our way apparently North West towards Slindon Bottom in the deep shade of the tall beeches with low young bramble waiting to snag the ankles of the unwary.

The hum of the traffic had been replaced by the moans of Splasher, his sentiment amounted to a resentment at having to check out too many false trails, if you know Splasher then you will appreciate that his actual words can not be read until after 9 pm.

Soon we turned East, meandering through a scattering of tardy Bluebells in the gloom until we reached the small Park Lane car park and crossed the lane making our way very directly again East to the A29.

Do you really know The Green Cross Code?, well do you? it's not just about looking right and left it's a whole manual and we could have read it cover to cover in the time it took us to re-cross the A29 to reach the open space of the cricket pitch.

Did you experience the Red Dress run last year?, if you did then you might remember that we visited this very spot and disturbed a lady who was reading the papers at the pic-nick table, well guess what?, yes she was here again, this time near the pavilion, she ignored us this time, yellow is not her favourite colour.

Not far to go now, close to the way in which we started, too close, Bambi needed to be dissuaded from running the whole Hash again after blundering on to a previously used Check, another reason for using a circle for a Check and breaking it as we come through, but lets not start that debate again.

The On-In appeared in large script just after re-crossing Mill Road with exactly one hour and one minute of convivial hashing under our belts.

At the Circle our JM awarded the Hash-It to our other, absent JM, the one with the Y chromosome, not sure why, in any event and rather confusingly, Pocket Rocket put it on and Bambi took a snap.

A quick stroll up the road and we were soon basking in the sun at The Spur where there was a clearance offer on the cider, you are sorry you missed this Hash now aren't you?.

On – On ! Bambi