Run	Date	Hare(s)	Description	MapRef	1:50000	1:25000	1:10000	More
925	2019-07-07 11:00	Snake Charmer & Pancsi - Summer BBQ	North Bersted - chez Godiva	SU917012

The magic incantation "Bar Bee Queue" is used by the British to summon unwanted summer rain. So it was for this run that took place in and around the metropolis of North Bersted.

In dribs and drabs Hashers turned up bearing food and prizes, to either stand in Godiva and Shades' garden to soak up the atmosphere or to cower in the conservatory.

A growl from the naturally aspirated red monster out front marked the start of the motor show that provided some entertainment together with Aragorn's bunny bating by the cage at the rear.

As the excitement was subsiding the JMs/Hares thought it might be a good idea to start running as they had gone to the trouble of laying a trail, thus a little reluctantly we sallied forth into the wafting drizzle on Chichester Road.

I will be honest and admit that I did not keep track of exactly where we went, I think then it was North towards the bypass, with a fish hook on the way that caught Bambi, Flash, Old Faithful and Bika. Then East to the Trim Trail along a grassland corridor dotted with entertaining large wood carvings of animals, sporting equipment and a decent scale model of a 1950s Fordson Major mark 2b, the one with the ground breaking oil lubricated induction filters, I am sure you remember them.

Oh yes! another ambitious fish hook was nestling here, that caught Bambi, Flash, Shadey, Pink Flamingo, Mussolini, Dr Blood and a scribble person I can't read in my notes.

Anyway, somehow we arrived at Shripney Lane, a pre 14th century highway linking the metropolis of North Bersted with the Northern limits of the empire.

East then and into what must be the only remaining wheat field in the area that has yet to sprout houses. The margin was heavy going as the dry dust of the day before had morphed into a slippery slurry that conglomerated with our soles. Yet one more fish hook for, Bambi, Two Ferrets, Old faithful, Dr Blood, Flash and Bika, got us back together to somehow run out to New Barn Lane and reach the On-In after one hour and five minutes of moist hashing.

Those left behind had stoked up the coals and the sizzle of sausages and burble of burgers could be heard emerging from the smoke around the grills. Soon we were tucking into a feast and downing beverages and nattering and not noticing the sporadic spells of drizzle.

Before the usual proceedings we had a thoughtful few moments of memories of The Chamois (aka Miriam Freeman) as Tigger and Canman recounted earlier times when she and The Doc achieved so many good things.

Then we gave thanks to Sarah and Glen for the use of their residence and all the others (no names in case I miss someone) that had prepared the nosh, thank you all.

As for the Hash-It which was not available, being held by Vixen and Prancer who were having an off day, it would have been presented to Shadey for failure to keep his trap shut when he knew exactly where we were heading on the way in.

The usual raffle was started of by little Ellie drawing the first ticket and finished by a protesting Splasher who did not want to take the final prize.

What a lovely time we all had, thank you all!

On – On ! Bambi

P.S. Canman did not run the trail, complaining of a sore leg following a mishap with a cattle grid on his Scottish Estates, well over a week later with no improvement he dragged himself to A&E and discovered he has a broken leg.

See: SM's attenuated track ... AND ... photos