Run	Date	Hare(s)	Description	MapRef	1:50000	1:25000	1:10000	More
926	2019-07-21 11:00	Dr Blood & Pink Flamingo	Harting Hill Viewpoint	SU791180

Moist thermals created by early sunshine had generated large threatening cumulus by the time we gathered in the popular car park above the picturesque village of South Harting.

Canman made an appearance to show off the large black contraption strapped on his left leg and there were others that we do not see often enough, namely, Thumper, Dag, Owen, Godiva, Ellie, and Shades who would have carried the Hash-It had it not still been in the clutches of Vixen and Prancer.

There is a rumour that they have had the Hash-It so long that it is installed in their throne room, the next time that they turn up we will test this by examining their rear ends for an imprint of

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We started off by finding a trail all too easily, East towards Eastbourne on The SDW, but it did not last, leaving us floundering in the long grass and wild flowers. Snake Charmer ruined this idyll by finding the exit South East in the top corner of the field that led into dimness under birch, beech and hazel.

This was where fate, a call of nature, and a long falsie conspired to leave Bambi all alone, in a silence broken only by the sound of a woodpecker indulging in a headbanging session. This is the reason for the following discontinuity in the account of the exploits of the pack, as by the time Bambi re-made contact, they were at a regroup in Whitcombe Bottom.

By this time the pack had reluctantly accepted that the climb up Little Round Down was next, and so it was. A few attempts to draw us East on this climb failed as we continued inexorable North East, up and up with the virulent green day-glow of Owen's kit leading all the way to the SDW.

Here we waited for the last dregs of the pack to reach the top before beginning the gradual descent towards Winchester and into Bramshott Bottom. What a surprise we had, after a long check free stretch, to reach a fish hook that caught Bambi, Dag, Two Ferrets, Old Faithful and Shades.

Now, at the bottom of The Bottom, as the ex Prime Ministeress St Teresa used to say, we were faced with hard choices. East up the face of Beacon Hill, North down the precipice of Telegraph Lane, or West up the undulation towards the chariots, I know which you would choose.

That's it really, a bit of up and down on the SDW and we were soon reaching the On-In after fiftyeight minutes of lovely downland hashing.

At the circle, we thanked the Hares, and expressed amazement that their habit of setting monumental trails that last to eternity seems to have been broken.

There were some shortcut takers that came in for a bit of flak before a non existent Hash-It was given to Owen who showed a propensity to just lie down on the ground at every opportunity during the hash.

Some retired to the Royal Oak at Hooksway for the usual beverages, from where our junior correspondent Treefeller reported that service was okay.

On – On ! Bambi

P.S. Canman wondered if he could sue himself for the injury inflicted on his own property, however his solicitor said that he did not have a leg to stand on.