Run	Date	Hare(s)	Description	MapRef	1:50000	1:25000	1:10000	More
929	2019-09-01 11:00	Mussolini & Pancsi	Stoughton Forest	SU815125

A delovely late summer morning brought all those who enjoy the great outdoors, outdoors, as the shops proclaim, when its gone its gone.

There were no visitors or newbies. although Flash did his best to get a gentleman with a foreign accent who remembered his fiftieth Hash with Bandung HHH to join us. "Ya, vee drank a lott off beer" he said.

Meanwhile our sole JM and joint Hare was trying to tell us about the trail with Mussolini, the trail's architect interjecting helpful comments such as "don't run on bike trails!" to which obviously no one paid any attention.

Off we charged, in an Easterly direction up into the yew groves finding a brace of false trails and a roughly rigged swing which, despite it being an elf and safety nightmare, provided Owen with an amusing diversion.

The scattering of Hashers on the soft and gloomy slopes gradually distilled into a yellow stream to follow Old Faithful who appeared to know where he was going. Over the edge of the ridge we were soon flying down the pine needles into the sudden daylight of Greatdean Bottom.

If one were to have a penny for each time that we have been in this Bottom since 1983 then one would be laughing all the way to the Bank.

Familiarity is of little help in finding the way out of a junction with many possibilities, so Flash was pleased to have chosen the right one leading East up the steep slope towards Blackbush House. He was was rather less pleased to find the fish hook half way up which also caught Kinky, Dr Blood and Bambi.

A short regroup at the top was followed by some off piste rambling generally North in the beech grove of Blackbush Copse over ancient field work ruts filled with last year's crunchy twigs and leaves.

We emerged at the edge of Blackbush House garden, another familiar and challenging checkpoint which gave way to an all out charge North West on the lush path down towards Wildham Woods, along the way a fish hook caught Dr Blood, Bambi and unusually Tigger and then another caught Old Faithful, Flash, Dr Blood and Panda.

We skirted the stony edge of stubble as we entered Wildham and then zigzagged on a long anticlockwise loop through mesmeric dappled sunshine and cool edge of Autumn air, to reach the road and the On-In after One and a quarter hours of breathless hashing.

Circling up, we were told of The Ref misdirecting a dog, how low can you get?, and for some reason doubted Flash's mathematical abilities, something about three types of accountant, those that can count and those that can't. Mussolini had arrived in a new car, a good reason, however Panda was presented with the Hash-It after ignoring more than a hint that she was running on to a fish hook, silly billy.

The gathering adjourned to the garden of The Barley Mow for cool beer in the welcome shade with wafts of beef and gravy coming from the Vegan's nightmare carvery while Deerhunter longed for another present of tit bits from the Chef's hands.

On – On ! Bambi

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