Run	Date	Hare(s)	Description	MapRef	1:50000	1:25000	1:10000	More
936	2019-12-08 11:00	Pancsi & Snake Charmer + Christmas Lunch @ White Horse	Lavington Common Car Park	SU949187

Good old Treefeller, he spent hours putting back the extra seats in his van in order to ferry the maximum of Hashers from the pub to the start of this Hash. Why? you might ask, well, Sussex Pathfinders, God bless their souls, had chosen to start one of their walks from the same venue and as everyone brought up in Imperial days knows, a quart will not go into a pint pot.

On a sunny morning with a chilly breeze, even in the shelter of the pine trunks, we listened to our JMs' welcome and their encouragement to proceed with alacrity due to our lunch appointment being at noon. With that in our minds we sprinted North out of the car park into what essentially is a Low Weald bog with the white flour showing up nicely against the black peat.

For some all this sprinting brought an early penalty as we reached a fish hook that caught Dag, Old Faithful, Two Ferrets, Kinky, Bambi.

The new front runners reached the ancient ditch on the East of the bog and ground to a halt because all the carefully laid trail had been methodically disappeared. So with Hare guidance we made our way North West up the flank of Cathanger with dry crisp pine needles forming a crust on our mud plastered legs.

With our Hares as guides, the next series of non existent checks took us briefly West towards Main Wood before an about turn East into the mixed woodland of Duncton Common.

Running through oak, hazel, and sublime silver birch shining brightly in the low angled winter sunshine, Oh! yes, the trail re-appeared, so the game was on once more.

With most Hashers getting as much falsie action as they desired we were taken South East down to the bottom of Long Hanger and the banks of one of the Rother feeder streams. Not The Grand Canyon I grant you, however a formidable obstacle for your average Hasher.

Splasher removed his cap to scratch behind his ear as he scrutinised the far bank for any trace of a trail, strange because he was a Hare, while others recalled previous occasions in the mist of the past when a rope had been employed.

All these pleasant ruminations were brought to a premature end by Snake Charmer who was eager for us to "stop faffing about and get hashing done" (sorry Boris). If she had had a whip she would have cracked it, however before musing on that possibility we heard Kinky's urgent horn, North on the ridge above the stream.

West now and obviously heading home, squinting into the golden strobe of sunshine interrupted by tree trunks that masked the odd liberties that Two Ferets took with the trail.

Arriving back at the edge of the open bog area some took the direct route to the chariots via the dry but rooty path between the thin strip of mature pines.

The rest had one extra treat as we executed a loop to the South through the dark dark duck or grouse tunnels beneath the dense rhododendrons, an eerie experience if you find yourself alone, ask Bambi, Jenny, and Dr Blood.

We arrived at the On-In after fiftynine minutes of soggy but inspirational hashing and squirmed our damp bodies into dry togs to race over to The White Horse before someone else could eat our grub.

At The White Horse Snake Charmer was dealing with all the chaos of coordinating the food for around thirty and a half hungry people. As if by magic, as the food arrived, our orders were presented using our Hash names, a nice touch, "extra carrots for Two Ferrets Fighting".

There was a rousing round of applause as Pancsi thanked Snake Charmer and then the Hash-It was presented to Bambi for some totally trumped up charge of splashing Spiderwoman.

On – On ! Bambi

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