Run	Date	Hare(s)	Description	MapRef	1:50000	1:25000	1:10000	More
924	2019-06-23 11:00	Old Faithful and Bambi	Slindon The Spur Pub	SU970081

Was she wearing a white dress with black polka dots or a black dress with white polka dots ?. We are talking about the landlady at The Spur who definitely did not want us in her car park on this sultry humid morning. The answer, well it's a trick question because she was wearing wide leg trousers, not a dress, black spots nevertheless.

There were no newbies or visitors, and a short discussion about the upcoming BBQ Hash during which Flash announced that the increase in contribution was down to Brexit uncertainties.

The Hash got off to a flying start as Two Ferrets Fighting and The Ref shot off, following the footpath towards Chichester Lodge, missing the true trail East down into Madehurst Wood where we encountered a troop of scouts who were clearing up their campsite after a weekend of Dyb Dyb Dobing.

Leaving the smouldering campfire behind we headed South to stand back and watch while Bika volunteered himself to check out a trail that headed up the steep steep slope towards Danes Wood. No one followed, and he eventually returned having shared the energy sapping experience only with the Hare that laid the falsie.

Meanwhile the Pack was busy, some tickling the back of Panda's legs with long grass, others advising Spiderman on the best bangers for his BBQ and yes! some were even looking for other trails.

This is how the Hare arrow North and up through the armpit high nettles was chanced upon, to emerge on the main bridleway to remove burs, cleavers and sticky weeds from unmentionable parts.

Now back in Madehurst Wood the trail continued North and took to the path that has been forged by pioneering Mountain Bikers, probably to the dismay of the Landowner.

The Pack was moving through the checks methodically with pace as we headed East onto the gentle slopes of the Enclosures where amongst the modern tree plantation the Bronze Age banks and ditches are still discernable.

It was about now that the first of the Hashers noticed small creatures that have existed since the Cretaceous period, namely Tics.

A great deal of self examination occurred, only the bits that would have involved a mirror were exempt.

Continuing to zig zag east through Rewell Wood which now appeared to be infested with voracious bloodsuckers was no longer as appealing as before. A sizeable faction of Hashers just could not handle it, and shortcut like mad to avoid overgrown paths.

Thus a rather tentative pack found its way West through Rough and West Stubbs Copses down into the valley beneath Danes Wood relieved to be on the wider and well trodden paths.

Using more bike tracks to climb out of the valley was not disorienting enough to confuse old timers into missing the only path from the top of the ridge to Shellbridge Road. Here we reached the On-In after one hour and twenty three minutes of arachnid dodging.

Despite earlier worries, the bar at The Spur had sufficient capacity to handle the rush of orders that we generated, so we retired to the well manicured garden with our beverages in order to ruminate on the morning's activity.

There had been too many shortcutters to single anyone out. Apparently the JM's had found Two Ferrets Fighting to be a little precocious and Dogwhistle had refused to carry the Hash-It, however there was a unanimous vote to make the presentation to Vixen and Prancer for extreme posing.

They were using a chariot with really sublime weight distribution, which delivers a new sense of freedom (The i8, according to BMW), to you and me it's a flashy sports car.

On – On ! Bambi

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