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991	2022-09-11 11:00	Sausage Lottery, Blind Ness & Snake Charmer - Hunston near the Spotted Cow	Hunston Uphill Way	SU860017

A nice fresh sunny Sunday morning saw hashers wandering around behind Hunston Community Club unsure of the start location, sans Hares, sans Hare Chariots. Confidence that we were in the right place grew when the start of a trail was found on the car park perimeter, and then the Hares arrived just in time, having suffered a flour mismanagement issue.

No newbies, and it was nice to see Hairbrush bring his knees out for an airing. A small disagreement among the dogs provided a moment of frisson before we observed a minute of silent respect for the late HRH and then charged off on the trail that had already been found.

West across the playing field to St Leodegar's church ( a French martyr) where a service was in progress, so shhhhhhh!, and on past The Manor House following a trail that was extremely sparse, even less flour than our hon president's frugal Mc Dougal style.

Nevertheless Olive Oyl, with her forensic gaze, can spot small traces of white powder anywhere, something that comes in handy now and again.

We followed her, South on to the golf course and down to the 15th Tee. A bit of an unofficial regroup here while we discussed the merits of whacking small balls before continuing in chase of OO on the path East parallel with the 14th fairway. Agh! a fish hook just before the stile that caught OO, Pancsi, Dr Blood, and Bambi.

Over the stile, past the solar array to an official regroup by the big house, where there was a box of "help yourself" apples and pears which we pretty much emptied.

After a quick say "cheese" moment we continued out to Fisher Lane now clutching our fruit in sweaty palms. A short burst on the road South got us to the FP to South Mundham which we took, crossing a lush verdant pasture complete with small brook and wooden bridge amongst young oak and hazel, an unnecessary fish hook here caught Jackie, OO, and Bambi.

There now followed a long trek North to the farm shop in North Mundham, no chance for any checks, the midday sun high above, wheat stubble either side of the green strip of a path, nearly everyone walking and chatting to the annoyance of the Hares who had us booked in for lunch at The Anchor in Siddlesham.

Of course, no one passes a farm shop without picking up a bit of local veg, or so it seems. Thus with Jackie clutching a potted plant and Sausage clutching a little pumpkin we continued on to St Stephen's Church and then West into Hunston Copse. Finding this was childsplay because at the farm shop, Sausage had been heard to say "well, we haven't reached the copse yet", a bit like Captain Mainwaring "don't tell them your name Pike".

Here in a very small secluded clearing, Sausage revealed something that had been concealed in her backpack, namely a flask of home made sloe gin, so like naughty teenagers we were soon knocking back shots and relaxing into small talk and loosing track of time.

The flask empty, and with sweet sticky lips we floated back to the On-In after one hour and fifteen minutes of horticultural hashing.

Then into the chariots and rush to the pub to hold a pre lunch circle in the garden, to thank the hares both for the route and Sausage for arranging the grub and Ness for providing last minute flour.

We gave the Hash-It to Sausage as we just couldn't let the gaff about the route go un-punished as well as luring innocent hashers into the dark woods and plying them with alcohol.

We then adjourned to the carvery where there was more meat than you can eat, more stuffing than you can stuff, Yorkshire puds the size of Yorkshire, enough gravy to float your boat ... well you get the idea...burp!

On – On ! Bambi

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