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986	2022-07-03 11:00	The 3 Stooges (Pancsi, Snake Charmer & Splasher)	East Dean Village	SU904130

There was a very small turn out for this hash, fortunately fit and healthy hashers who could do justice to a trail in this steeply contoured landscape. Big black gallion clouds raced across a clear blue sky and did not deliver any of the rain which they threatened to deposit on us.

So we set out north with great enthusiasm to tackle the first of many climbs, up through stubble, which had recently received the contents of a muck spreader, to reach a stile from where we could look down at the delightful village of East Dean, nestling as it does in a bosom of The Downs.

We explored all the false trails further up the slope and were wandering around aimlessly amongst long grass and cow pats, swatting horse flies off the bare bits, when the Hares drew our attention to the path down to All Saints church.

We could have paid a visit to ask for forgiveness for our sins however that would have taken too long for some of us who are far away from being able to throw the first stone.

The Hares had us foxed here for a while with both ways , north and south on the road being false. The FP sign east between the houses here has "fallen down" so completely even the post hole has disappeared, so we took a while to poke a nose in this direction and discover the little loop around to the Pond Barn road heading north again.

Unlike the others, Bambi had been here many times before, long long ago, on hashes that you need to delve into the annals to discover, and this made it evident that its a long way up Pond Barn road unless the cut across to New Road is taken, which is where he headed tout de suite followed by the rest.

Soon we were back south on Droke Lane, looking at another long run to Droke, but not if you run down the old sunken stream bed behind the cricket pitch where many a fielder has had to rummage to find the ball from a sharply struck four or a walloped six, ah!, the sound of leather on willow.

Kinky was well on his way to Droke when he saw the rest of us start the steep climb south into the green gloom of Bubholts, so he absent mindedly did a Pythagorean prance along the hypotenuse between us, maybe not wise across an open field giving us a blow job on his horn, in front of the JMs.

A fish hook just before entering the trees served no purpose, such a small pack and all together, and the number on the hook was the same size as the pack.

We proved our fitness by making short work of the climb through the wood to the crest of East Dean Hill and turn west into the head high (yes head high) wheat, on our way over to Monarch's Way.

Very quickly we found good flour north on the edge of Shotter's Ground until we reached a spot where the hares had made great efforts to confuse us (not hard), by going off piste along the fence line, and through a recently vacated sheep toileting area, big lumps of wool hanging from rubbing sessions on the fence and the hum of flies hatching from the ordure.

All this was soon a fading memory as we found the On-In just above Manor Farm and engaged in a charge down hill on the road to reach the chariots after fifty six minutes of invigorating hashing.

We did not rush into The Star and Garter, it's gone a bit up market for the likes of us, we didn't call into The Fox Goes Free, it's gone a bit too pricey for us, we did stop at The Partridge, just right for us.

In the brightness of the large garden we made our way between the roast beef and Yorkshire puddings to sit in front of the amber nectar and crisps to thank the hares and ruminate over the mornings activity. Everyone had transgressed in some way or other, however by far the most guilty was Kinky with the magnificent, rub it in your face, short cut.

On – On ! Bambi

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