EXPEDITION KINGSWEAR!

Run #2086 Monday 21st July Circle up 7:15 pm from Brownstone and Coleton Camp, Kingswear, Dartmouth TQ6 0EQ with Beeflicker.

WHAT3WORDS tunes.hunk.hunk 

 

 

 

Listen carefully, I vill only say this vunce: Military Fancy Dress und do not forget to bring cash (is king) for your drinks at Beeflicker's pop-up bar.

TVH3 The 'PSYCHODELIC' Words for 14th July 2025

Bridford Inn

Run No. 2085

HARES: Forrest-Stump, Psycho & Pizzwell

 

Who wuz there: Forrest-Stump, Psycho, Pizzwell, Pocket Rocket, Man-Pig, Archangel, Beefy, Coldtits, Beeflicker, Warm Front,  Wetfart, Melonpicker, Soapy, Palmolive, Pork Torpedo, Horny, Ernie, Fukarewe, Strap-On, Strap-Dancer, U-Bend, Wood-Lend, Sam, Polyfella, Wet-Johnny, Manopause, Roger the Dodger, returnee Ollie & virgin Leo

 

Circle

I think the only announcement was about next week's run from Coleton Fishacre - namely, that Beeflicker's pop up bar is NOT a free bar. Bring change for your drinks as professional barman/barlady/barperson (delete as appropriate) will be on duty. No money. No drink. It was also clarified that the pop up bar was in lieu of retiring to a pub for the on-down.

 

The Pig asked for a volunteer for The Words. Forrest immediately shot his hand up and then palmed The Words off to Psycho. What a great offload. Finn Russell would have been proud of you.

 

Trail (penned/texted by Psycho)

Thanks all for coming. Circle up at Bridford Inn 14/7, many people made the effort to trundle deep into the Teign valley to the thatched pub. Show of hands, turns out many hashers wanted a double sausage.

Everyone was there (mostly).

 

I made an effort to describe the trail, but hampered by myself and knowing the wind *may* have relocated some of the marks into dust, I kept it brief. There are VPs! Some LS splits! OS! 3onon! Best of luck!

 

Beeflicker led the pack assertively to the right, I doubted myself but headed left, Forrest confidently nudged the pack into the churchyard. The walkers split left and into a dingly dell and pretty wooded track, checks aplenty. Longs straight on, grass paths through new woodland. Reconvened on the road and an early VP out and back to Heltor, Pocket Rocket advising 'climb it on the right!'. Nature had put on clouds and mood for the fab 360 view.

 

The walkers turned back, and trekked home for chips and drinks, sorry for all the lane guys. Shorts and longs headed on, checks aplenty, and a few hashed across the field and private track, a 'discussion' with the elderly permissive owner, who asked us three times if we had been here before, aha, his son was holding court and dad had no recollection of giving us permission, all smoothed over and on-on we all went.

 

Turning right, tiny lanes 'til more thatched gorgeousness (with stables, drool) and a huge LS split. Shorts took a tidy lane with the most manicured verges (occasional canter track), then checked through grass track, field edge, pretty woodland, down down to a brook, finally finding a windy displaced OH.

The longs meanwhile, were storming forward, more leafy wooded lanes, the eagle eyed finding sawdust on green moss walls, who nose,[Shirley sic, I can't keep up] so far ahead, myself and Pisswell sweeping had been on this lane so silent just yesterday!

 

We passed the tall 'chicken gate', before Blackingstone loomed, tiny pin figures on the top, great they're still going, Warmfront doing acrobatics on the dual rails above steep steps and a 60m precipice. By the time we got up there only oranges remain, we ate a bunch and I wrongly assumed we were tidying up, ColdTits later told me she would have loved an orange slice.

 

On-on, through beech trees, the pack had knocked out the check wrong but found their way anyway, turning left steeply down through Victorian ruins to the reservoir. An optional swim stop, with a Caribbean sized orange box.

 

Longs were treated to a steep hill climb and tree jump track, one last VP across a valley field and on-on thro the woods to a fern encrusted bridlepath, down down and OH. 8 mile long, apologies/your welcome.

 

Unfortunately most hashers had scoffed and gone by 9:30 time we got in, but downdowns were had, Wood Lend for risque photo ops, Warmfront for her gym fun, me hashitshirt because. And some cold chips. What a great night.

 

Thanks to Forrest & Pisswell co-hares, here's to many more.

 

On-on,

Psycho

 

Next week

Next week's Hash is from Coleton Fishacre (W3W: tunes.hunk.hunk). Our Hare is Beeflicker and the On-Down will be back at the car park with Beeflicker's pop-up mobile bar.....bring change!

 

On-On to next week.

 

BRIDFORD INN

Run #2085 Monday 14th July Circle up 7:15 pm from the Bridford Inn, Bridford, Exeter EX6 7HT with Psycho and Forrest. Banger and chips at £5.50, show of hands at the circle.

Monday 7th July – the middle part (see below this for MP's words)

Man Pig has already done a sterling effort on recounting the beginning and the end, so here is the middle. The pack set off north from Bonehill Rocks and into the knee deep heather. After a few false starts we came across Piswell who had been absent from the circle and had made a head start. She looked like she knew where she was going! We threaded our way on the faint sheep tracks, trying to make out the flour through the undergrowth. Pork Torpedo led the charge up to Bell Tor where we paused to enjoy the view, although we had to carry further on up to Chinkwell Tor for the promised ‘360 degree’ experience. We carried on north to a check; Bee Flicker was convinced we’d be carrying on up to Honeybag Tor but instead we curved back eastwards. The longs and shorts parted company, as we clambered over a stile into an overgrown enclosure. After thrashing around in there for a while Poacher took pity on us and directed us back onto trail, and we did indeed end up on Honeybag Tor for another magnificent view. Then we were back on the shorts and scampered back across the moor to the car park just as the sun was lowering towards the ridge of Hamel Down.

Thank you Poacher for a lovely trail, and on on to next week!

Warm Front 

TVH3 The Words for 7th July 2025

Bonehill Rocks (thence Rugglestone)

Run No. 2084

 

HARE: Poacher

 

Who wuz there: Poacher, Pocket Rocket, Man-Pig, Archangel, Pisswell, Piltdown Man, Georgy Porgy, Smellie, Coldtits, Beeflicker, Warm Front, Melonpicker, Soapy, Pork Torpedo, Horny, Strap-On, Strap-Dancer, Smash, Miss Mash, U-Bend, Slip-on-Me, Ablesemen?Two virgins brought by Beefy (sorry - I didn't catch names) and a late Beefy (non-runner)

 

Circle

No announcements apart from the Pig wanting a volunteer for the Words at the same time as Warmfront put up her hand to advise the venue for next week's trail....well volunteered Warmfront.

Poacher welcomed two virgins, brought along by Beeflicker. The usual dousing of flour on trainers initiated the previously uninitiated.

 

Trail

Warmfront kind of volunteered for The Words but was not present at the Down-Downs. Hence expect a missive from Warmfront recording where we went and what we did. However, as there was only Poacher, Beeflicker, Warmfront and myself on the Longs, it may be brief.

 

Down-Downs

Pisswell is our RA for the evening and she has a new bag, a new award and a couple of new Down-Down songs.

 

The evening commences with birthday girl, Horny, handing back her birthday hat from last week but, regrettably, with no-one else to give it to. We then thank Poacher, the pub and/or the Hash for the beer. Nobody has any idea who has paid for it. I think that it was, ultimately, Poacher.

 

The first beer/cider goes to the Hare for a trail with stunning 360 degree views....but you did have to climb to get them. Pisswell hands her phone to our Songmeister, Pork Torpedo, who is asked to lead us all in the new DD song. Which he does very well.

 

Revenge is almost instantaneous. "Does anyone have any awards?" enquires the RA. Poacher pulls a St Patrick's Day Guiness hat from who knows where and places it firmly on Pisswell's head. I am not sure what this is for; confusion over who has, or has not, arranged/paid for the Down-Downs? Again, PT has Pisswell's phone and a new song to navigate.

"Any more awards?"

Yes. Pork Torpedo has the whirly bird jockey's hat with a propeller on top of it. This he awards to the highly unlikely FRB of the evening, Melon-Picker (true story....for a change). Pork Torpedo leads us in the DD song; one that we know this time.

 

No more awards so stories are the order of the day. Coldtits gets a DD for being late and unable to locate Bonehill car park. "She's a little flat chested but she's all right".

 

Next, Pisswell explains why she has a new orange bag for the Awards. This is because it is now full of lost property from the previous week's trail. The reason is simple. It is not her bag. It is Georgy Porgy's. However, in the new bag is a new Award. A "forgetful" hat avec a small grey elephant stitched to its top. PT leads the DD song.

 

Finally, Beefy appears. He has some half baked story about fixing a 5 cylinder radial engine in order for his daughter's motorbike to pass its MOT retest. At after 10pm, he automatically receives the last DD and that concludes the evening's entertainment.

 

Next week

Next week's Hash is from the Bridford Inn. Our Hares are Forrest-Stump and Psycho.

On-On to next week, MP

BONE HILL ROCKS

Run #2084 Monday 7th July Circle up 7:15 pm Bone Hill Rocks car park TQ13 7TD with Poacher. On Down The Rugglestone Inn. Orders for baguettes in the Circle (see menu below). 

 

Hash no. 2083 at Pizwell Farm, Postbridge.

Pisswell at Pizwell

Who wuz there? -See below for circle up. 

 

Our GM welcomed virgin Tim, and new comers Yip Yap and Soggy Jeans from the lunatics away weekend.

 

Announcements were that Beefy had fed the cat! 

 

Pisswell introduced Farmer Frank and farmers wife Sue. She took everyone down to the yard to show the old longhouse, where cattle and people slept either side of the main entrance corridor to the building. Pizwell is an ancient Duchy tenement, mentioned in the Doomsday book and owned by the Duke of Cornwall (currently Prince William) and where Pisswell was brought up. The dead from the ancient tenaments, often as far as Widecombe, were carried by foot, over the moor to Bellever and then on to Lydford to be buried. Hence, the Lych way, and many coffin stones for resting on the journey.

Here endeth the history lesson, but building the eerie atmosphere, or should I say Ernie atmosphere?The hare was in fact buying time for the late arrival of Ernie. (big cheer when he arrived!) Is he the “ fastest” milk man in the west? Perhaps not, but unknown to the hare, Coldtits and SMEllie were also on the way. Cheesy nipples and Cheesy Helmet left their Pizwell burger duties to rush them both to catch up by landrover. Thank you to them both or we’d have been scuppered and 2, 4, and 6m trail could have been much more! ( think it already was).

 

The trail: (bet you known this tune?)

 

Farmer Frank, he had a farm E-I-E-I-O.

And on that farm they had a hash, On-on-on-and-on

With a Beefy here, and a Pisswell there.

Here’s Forrest, there’s Manpig, Beeflicker and Strap on

With G’Orgy here and Piltdown there, here’s Soapy, Melon Picker, everywhere is Pyscho!

Pocket Rocket here, Ernie there, (just), Palmolive, Virgin Tim, everywhere is Yip Yap!

Soggy Jeans here, Horny there, Pork torpedo, Manpig, everywhere is SMellie

Cheesy nipples here, Cheesy Helmet there, Warmfront, Coldtits, everywhere is Basecamp.

Threesum here, Miss Inn there, Miss Inn child, Manpig, that’s enough, now Cheerio

They circled up to hear the hare, go On-on-on-and-on!

Farmer Frank, he had a farm, E-I-E-I-O.

He rounded us up past the barns E-I-E-I-O.

The tractor that he sat upon,

Pulled the trailer we were on.

For grim death, we all hung on, On-and -on-and-on

We checked the stock through Pizwell’s paths. E-I-E-I-O.

Sheep and cows and ponies passed E-I-E-I-O.

Top of the hill, the longs jumped down. “They’re off trail”, so homeward bound.

Back to running on the ground, On-on-on-and-on.

Others off above Dury, On-on-on-and-on.

To Ridden ridge they all journeyed, On-on-on-and-on.

Walkers split right, View point delight,

Snailey house we’ll all have sight.

Where, oh where, were all those longs? On-on-on-and-on.

Farmer Frank he raced longs home, E-I-E-I-O.

Hare had told them where to go, On-on-on-and-on.

They crossed the river, up the track

Running to rejoin the pack.

over Cator Common there, On-on-on-and-on.

On they ran to Riddon ridge On-on-on-and-on.

Crossed the river, not the bridge,

On and on and on.

Up over Ridge and join the rest…

Laughter stepping stones are best!

Cross the Dart by Laughter hole, On-on-on-ha-ha!

Laughter Hole was once a farm, E-I-E-I-O.

Long abandoned, peace and calm, On-on-on-and-on.

Through steep woods of Bellever,

Crossing stones to witches lair

Snaily house and all their fare

from the witches there

Time to swim here if you’re hot, On-on-on-and-on.

Here’s the chance for Snaily stop, On-on-on-and-on.

Then like the clappers you can run

Your hash is very nearly done

Back to Pizwell, for more fun, On-on-on-and-on.

Pizwell burgers made for you, Pizwell beef, yum, yum.

And there’s beer to drink there too, or cider, let’s have some.

With a bottle here and a burger there,

Here’s some sauce, Onions please

coming from the pair with cheese!

Then Teign valley had down downs, at Pizwell, down, down, down

 

Out takes:

Shorts were happy running off trail over Riddon ridge but eventually led back by Melon Picker, who remembered why we were all there! 

 

The first swimming hole was bravely entered by Mitch. Or is that gladly? Funny no other takers!

Virgin Tim made a great FRB. I hope he will be back again soon. 

 

The Longs negiotiated large rocks, laid that afternoon, and obscuring the trail laid over Cator common.

Apologies for the ankle breaking terrain, before crossing the river at Pizwell bridge. 

 

Walkers flip flopped their way (well one of them) down a very steep hill to the river. Well done walkers. However, it didn’t begin to compare with the longs and shorts, who negotiated 3 or 4 river crossings and the near vertical slope of Hamlyns tor! (See tors of Dartmoor map)Hares advice at the circle was something like…..Close your eyes, sit down, cross your legs and try not to woo-oosh it yourselves! 

 

A quick wash off at the sweety snail stop, although all gone for latecomers! River was not so deep as the hare remembered in her childhood, so a few bruises sustained i believe! 

 

The back to Pizwell bit was confused by memories of double headed arrows! It all made sense when the hare said it, her reasons so that the walkers realised they had a dead end at the VP and had to return. Not really sure what everyone else was thinking but some went back for more snails!

 

Down downs:

RA was Forrest, with a selection of filthy songs from our songmeister PorkTorpedo. It’s always great to improve the quality of our singing!

 

An award from Pocket Rocket to Forrest for losing his glasses 3 times. Didn’t know he had!

The jesters hat to Ernie for being late and nearly upsetting the hay cart! (now he’ll have to come again!)

Pork Torpedo for falling over. Again, didn’t know he had! I knew Forrest had and that Yip Yap and Beefy had fallen in the river!

 

And then Horny for her big birthday on Sunday. All the right words and notes but not necessarily in the right order!

 

And lastly, a down down to farmer Frank for reckless driving over the bumpy field and to say thank you for hosting us at Pizwell. If you liked the beef, contact pizwellfarm@hotmail.co.uk 

 

And last words from the hare……

Thank you so much for coming out such a long way and for being brave enough to do some pretty hard core terrain and take a swim in the river. Apologies for bruises, tics and lack of snails! Thanks to the cheesy couple, perfect on burger duty. X Thanks to Basecamp and Miss Inn for forgetting their names!

And thanks all for a really fun evening. ( I think we were all grateful to have survived!)

 

Next week: on on to next week at Bonehill rocks, Widecombe, with Poacher. On down the Rugglestone.

SUMMER'S HERE!

 

Run #2082 Monday 30th June Circle up 7:15 pm from Pizwell Farm, PL20 6TN, Postbridge with Pisswell. What3Words buckling.hotdog.fixture

Proceed past Soussons Plantation and turn left at Runnage Bridge.

PLEASE NOTE

Bring cash for Pizwell beef burgers and beer. Please advise of beef burger allergies or BYO! Also can people wear something that would double as swimming attire as if it’s hot at the sweetie stop we’ll stop for a dip! Thanks, Pisswell

TVH3 The Words for 23rd June 2025

 

Cold East Cross (thence Rugglestone)

Run No. 2081

Tit for Twat

HARE: Beefy (alias Michael Fish)

 

Who wuz there: Beefy, Pocket Rocket, Man-Pig, Forrest Stump, Pisswell, Piltdown Man, Georgy Porgy, Smellie, Coldtits, Beeflicker, Wet-Johnny, Warm Front, Fukarewe, Miss'ing, Melonpicker, Soapy, Pork Torpedo, Horny, Polyfella, Strap-On, Strap-Dancer, Poacher, Wood-Lend & girlfriend (she must have a name by now)

 

Circle

The Beefy weather forecast posts on Facebook did not flatter to deceive. It was a bit blowy and a tad chilly at the appropriately named, Cold East Cross. Some heeded the Beefocast and dressed appropriately. Some didn't. Amongst the latter were Warmfront and Beeflicker. The lightly clad Warmfront returned to her car and donned a foxy top to keep warm whilst, at the other end of the spectrum, Beeflicker decided that a T-shirt was a layer too much....it takes all sorts..... and sometimes just shorts!

 

A late Smellie dictated that announcements were brief. Pisswell put in a plug for the Widecombe barn dance and TVH's post barn dance hash this Sunday morning at 10am - this will be run no. 2082. The following day will be Pisswell's trail from Pisswell's abode (direction on the TVH3 FB page).

 

The Pig asked for a volunteer for The Words. Never in the field of Hashing history has a Circle fell so quiet for so many for so long. Cheerio Beerio "volunteered" by raising her left hand.....an itchy ear or annoying fly perhaps? This was quickly followed by a refusal and 4 points thus ensuring that the Pig would be stand-in scribe.

 

So, over to the Hare. Beefy explained the usual three trails with a Long of sixish. Walkers two and a bit and the Shorts....err....well...in between. We would see cows, sheep and perhaps grouse...protected until 12 August but I have no idea who, if anyone, has shooting rights on the moor (answers on a postcard please to Little Lord Fauntleroy, Man-Pig Mansions, Kingskerswell.

 

Trail

Beefy points out the first Long/Short & Walkers' split from the car park. Poacher leads the Longs at breakneck speed towards Buckland Beacon and then promptly stops. The knee injury that he picked up from his trail at Manaton is still playing up. He makes his own way back to his truck and foregoes the pub.

 

The Longs is almost an out & back trail to the car park and we are soon catching up with the Shorts and the Walkers. We all cross a small granite footbridge comprising three granite marker posts. All except Pocket Rocket who elects for the vehicular bridge. This has walls to prevent the unwary from falling into the brook....current depth 1 inch (that's 25.4mm in new money).

 

Soon we are on a loop around the butts for the disused rifle range before our descent down a wide track, across a lane and thence the second L/S split. The Long's loop comes round and almost converges with the Walkers' and Shorts' trail; two parallel paths running between the lane and the brook.

 

The marks are good until we get to Weston Cottage and a sign marked "Private" and no obvious signs of flour. Missing, Pisswell, Man-Pig and Forrest Stump can hear calling but no marks. We back track and get on trail. We are now back tracking the outward trail towards the car park.

 

Almost at the car park, we see a line of fluorescent shirts in the far distance. They are ascending the broad footpath towards Rippon Tor. Although the wind is brisk, the pack appears to have warmed up sufficiently to shed their outer layer. How bright they shine under the setting sun.

 

Forrest and I are last but still have time for a photo shoot atop the Tor and catch up with Pocket Rocket and Cheerio Beerio. Now it is all downhill.

 

At the "pub", Beefy is distributing cider from the back of his car. Tail-end-charlies are now Soapy, Melonpicker, Man-Pig, Pocket Rocket and Cheerio Beerio. Forrest has made his own way back to to the car park with Mitch.

 

The trail back to the cars is straightforward and marked in ancient granite posts. I wonder if these predated the road parallel? Our ever responsible Hare is already back and ensuring that everyone is accounted for before we jump in our wagons and head for the Rugglestone.

 

Down-Downs

Pig is RA and, for a change, we have three awards. First of all, we thank the Hare for the beer...it must be costing him a fortune.

 

Ladies first as Coldtits stands up to allocate the Jester's hat. In spite of missing the Circle, Coldtits had both read and heeded the Beefocasts. Unlike our bare chested Beeflicker. The Beermeister is present so we are treated to "He's alright. He's alright. A little flat chested but alright. Down. Down. Down.

Next we have Wet-Johnny. He has the new propeller cap. There is a story about a setting sun, a full moon and a dribbler frothing at the mouth at the sight of the full moon. I didn't notice any full moon at 7.15pm a mere two days after the summer solstice. Shirley some mistaka? No mistaka. Piltdown Man's builder's bum full moon had Soapy all afroth. Our Beermeister leads us all in "Ten toes up and ten toes down".

 

Our Hare has the Union flag stove pipe hat. I think the story is that the trail did not actually lead upto the trig point atop Rippon Tor. Why did it need to? Given its proximity, it was a dead cert that all would take advantage of such a natural view point. All but one - our tee-total GM Pocket Rocket. Coldtits went to the bar to get a glass of water whilst the Songmeister leads us in, "You're stupid. You're stupid. You're so damn dumb. If your Mother hadn't been there you'd be a lump of cum". How flattering.

 

Of course, the hare has to have a DD. But wait. Pisswell has a "new" RA bag and it is full of new RA paraphenalia. Out comes a turd mug and a brown paper bag with holes cut out for eyes, nose and mouth.....but not necessarily tailored for Beefy. It is not a good fit. Nevertheless, the DD is successfully dispatched to the sounds of S.H.I..Y.T.R.A.I.L.

 

Amazingly, and probably in the absence of Psycho, we still have two beers left. So are there any stories?

 

Forrest has one about a bad samaritan. One of our Hashers came across a prone Forrest on trail. What was he doing? Having just passed the rifle butts was he practicing his prone position? Instead of offering assistance, our samaritan embarked on a series of questions worthy of the Spanish inquisition.

"What are you doing here?"

"Why are you on your arse?"

"How long have you been here?"

"Do you have authority to be here?"

Whilst Forrest re-attaches his leg he humbly mumbles, "I fell over".

So who is our uncharitable inquisitor? Man-Pig.

 

The final half. Our RA simply asks, "Did anyone fall over this evening?" The final half is already making it's way towards Forrest's outstretched hand!

 

Next week

Next week's Hash is from Pisswell's abode (see FB page for exact location). Our Hare is, surprisingly, Pisswell.

 

On-On to next week MP

COLD EAST CROSS CAR PARK

 

Run #2081 Monday 23rd June Circle up 7:15pm from the car park at Cold East Cross, B3212,(what3words taps.fishnet.sharpen) with Beefy. OD The Rugglestone Inn, Widecombe in the Moor.

Please order your food, by phone, before you set out and say you are with the Hash.

Please see the menu posted earlier (subject to availability).

01364 621327