A WARM WELCOME FROM TVH3

Welcome to the Teign Valley Hash House Harriers of glorious South Devon. You are guaranteed a warm welcome and a great hash experience. We are the 'Party Hash' and we run from pubs all over Torbay, Dartmoor and the Teign Valley every Monday evening at 7.15pm. Our trails are marked with flour, chalk or sawdust and take in woodland, streams, byways, bridle paths and rolling countryside. We cater for all abilities, you needn't worry about keeping up, a leisurely walk with others or a good paced run if you're fit - you choose. The run duration is anything from 30 minutes to an hour and the distance is normally between 3-6 miles depending on whether you decide to take a short or long trail. Your first run is free, so come along and give it a go! After the run hashers enjoy a drink and food in the pub. On many occasions, the pub will lay on a 'Hash Menu', food specially for hashers.

WHAT TO EXPECT AT YOUR FIRST HASH

Starts soon after 7:15 pm each Monday.
The Grandmaster will gather the hash together in a circle and welcome Virgins & Visitors to TVH3 and inform the group of pertinent news or upcoming events.
Hares will announce details or the trail, number of long and short splits and regroups.

Down-Downs - sometimes at the circle but usually in the pub after the run. Hashers and harriets (lady hashers) have a half pint and under age hashers have a soft drink or water. If you are driving, just ask the RA for water.

A Down-Down is a means of punishing, rewarding, or merely recognizing an individual for any action or behavior. Once awarded, the downdown must be drunk without pause, otherwise the RA may take action!

Individuals may be recognized for outstanding service, or for their status as a visitor or newcomer.

Down-Downs also serve as punishment for misdemeanours real, imagined, or blatantly made up.

Such transgressions may include: wearing new shoes, pointing with a finger, or the use of real names rather than hash names.

Hash Names

The use of real names (nerd name) during an event is discouraged, and members are typically given a new "hash name," usually in deference to a particularly notorious escapade, a personality trait, or their physical appearance.

Members are named after attending the hash on several occasions or if something noteworthy occurs to prompt a naming.

Other hashers may share stories or observations about the individual, with the final name being chosen by general consensus from all suggestions put forward by the hash.

NEWCOMERS TO THE HASH
Completely new to hashing? Don't know what to expect? Worried, shy or nervous? You needn't be as all newcomers or virgins as they are known, will receive a warm welcome. When the hashers are called to make a circle - about 7:15 pm each Monday, the Grand Master will welcome all hashers and after various notices about forthcoming events etc are dealt with, he will ask if there are any visitors from other hashes or virgins present. You will be asked to come forward and be introduced to the hash. A tip to remember, don't wear new trainers as these are frowned upon by the RA (Religious Advisor) and will incur a sprinkling of flour over them. That's all there is to it and you can then step back and enjoy the run and the social get together after in the On Down (the pub). Whatever your pace, there are certain to be others who will keep you company along the trail. Walk, jog or run - it's up to you.
Hashing is all about making friends and having fun, so just turn up any Monday and have a go.

Friday, 7 February 2025

Corner Flag - kick-off 7:15 pm!

 

Run #2062 Monday 10th February Circle up 7:15 pm from The Corner flag Bar, Devon FA, County Headquarters, Coach Rd, Newton Abbot TQ12 1EJ with Wet Johnny.
Price list for Monday’s hash below. Food can be ordered after the walk/run.

 


Tuesday, 4 February 2025

TVH3 The Words for 3rd February 2025

 

Newfoundland Road car park followed by The Cider Bar

Run No. 2061 
 
"Mud. Mud. Glorious Mud. Nothing quite like it....."
 
HARE: Beeflicker
 
Who wuz there: Beeflicker, Shitfaced, Man-Pig, Beefy, Pisswell, Smellie, Red Rum, Warmfront, Psycho, Melonpicker, Soapy, Palmolive, Ablesemen, Coldtits, Satnav, Slip-on-Me, Roger the Dodger, Big End, Well Hopped, Wet Johnny, Fukarewe, Twiggy, Mateus Rose, Wide Receiver, a lady returnee/visitor (apologies, I didn't' get your name) and one virgin in the form of Wide Receiver's son (again, my apologies for not getting your name)
 
Circle
Twenty-six. Not a bad number for early February. I bet the Harriets are thankful that Fanuary is over......I wonder who got to do the judging this year - not me
🙁
Shitfaced welcomed Wide Receiver's son as a Teign Valley virgin and mentioned that the Awards' Night voting forms would be available in the pub afterwards. Additionally, subscriptions are now due but, as Threesum is currently sunning herself abroad, we've all got about a fortnight before the enforcer comes banging on our doors.
 
Smellie needs Hares for all of April.
 
Over to the Hare. Beeflicker's first comment was that, "It is muddy". The farm track opposite Wolborough Church (the infamous field forever known as the 'Slurry with the Flour on top') mmediately sprang to mind. We were given very precise distances; Walkers' trail 1.6 miles, Shorts' trail 3.7 miles and the Longs' at 5.1 English country miles.
 
Trail
The Longs' consisted of the usual suspects: Beefy, Wet-Johnny, Warm Front, Psycho, Pisswell and Man-Pig. Wide Receiver may well have been on the Longs as well but he was not seen again until we were back in the car park. He could have been well out in front but the absence of kicked-out checks suggested that he was probably chaperoning his son around the Shorts' trail.
 
The trail took us out of the car park and then up the uncomfortably steep Powderham Road and to the first of three Long/Short splits. Unbeknown to us, the Longs would be on their own for the rest of the trail; destined never to meet up with the Walkers or the shorts until the On-Down.
 
The Shorts and Walkers would have carried on uphill to Courtenay Road. Meanwhile, Warmfront led the Longs steeply down Tudor Road and then right into Tudor Close. Psycho was in hot pursuit and was particularly easy to follow by virtue of her glowing LED ankle bracelets - a prize from the TVH3 Christmas draw. My guess is that we then ran through one of the many alleyways in this part of town and into Webster Close, another alleyway and into Webster Road. Up some steep steps (part of a Melonpicker/Soapy trail from a couple of years ago) up Bowden Hill, yet another alleyway and finally a path up to Courtenay Road - the latter definitely virgin territory..
 
Here the Hare was waiting for us to ensure that we rejoined the Walkers and the Longs on the track that links Courtenay Road with Hilltop Meadow; across South Road and then another stepped alleyway downhill and onto College Road. A right and a left and downhill Penshurst Road to Coach Road. I was certain that we'd now be making a B-line straight to Wolborough church - Pete Tong. 
 
An arrow had us down the broad track into the back of Decoy Park. The marks up to this point had been excellent but by now they were few and far between - something with big tractor wheels had been up and down this lane recently and obliterated the marks. However, the tracks looked larger than those made by regular tractor tyres; bigger even than the Ford County. They were almost certainly made by a large articulated JCB style earth mover - a rubber duck.
 
The Hare was with us and relaying the obfuscated marks. At the end of the track, the trail took us right and over the top of a huge hill and towards Abbotskerswell. Once out of the woods, we were faced with something new. Over a quarter of a mile of Heras fencing separating the public footpath from open fields - regrettably now destined to be yet another housing estate. 
 
Newton Abbot is rapidly becoming a huge housing estate. Coach Road is used as a rat run and it is pretty narrow. Cars always have to stop or reverse to get past each other. Frankly, access is terrible so how on earth have Devon Highways allowed planning permission to go through on this development?
"Where are the jobs coming from for the occupants of all these new houses?" I ask Beefy.
"No jobs. Not even locals. This will be social housing for those displaced from Manchester and Liverpool. Rents are cheaper down here."
 
So, the beautiful Devon Countryside is destined to become a dumping ground for homeless from the big cities. One thing is for sure, there's precious little work down here and that which is available is not partcularly well paid. I rather fear for the future if this trend continues.
 
Party Political Broadcast over we reach the summit. A solitary post marked "Footpath". It points to our right and along the crest of the hill. We exit onto Stoneman's Hill and encounter a check. The Topiary Twins are checking out towards Abbotskerswell whilst Beefy checks out towards the cemetery. He is on. At the crest of Stoneman's Hill there is an arrow. As predicted, it is pointing into a field that is usually very boggy and particularly rutted due to cattle. I am always perplexed as to the physics that enables the top of a hill to become such a quagmire.
 
Another public footpath is marked along the eastern flank of a steeply descending hill. In front of us, we can see the floodlit Wolborough church. Again, and as predicted, a very boggy patch just before we left the field. The track past the farm is usually pretty even but not tonight, Josephine. Again, evidence of rubber duck movement abounds.
 
At the church, we meet up with Pisswell who appears to have taken a little detour (SCB more like). We now descend down the footpath opposite to the junction between the Old Totnes Road and the A381. It will now be right and a short canter back to the car park. In truth, not as muddy as I had thought after heeding the Hare's warnings. Wong. Wong. Wong.
 
Feck me! An arrow.....and it is not pointing towards Newton Abbot. It is pointing towards Bakers Park. OK, just a little loop past Safeway I thought.
 
I thought wrong. Another arrow had us slip-sliding our way up one side of the River Lemon towards East Ogwell. Eventually, we reach the small footbridge and it is back down the other side of the Lemon towards Newton Abbot - but not towards Safeway. 
 
The Hare is with us to impart guidance but the marks are now fine. At this point, I get a little disorientated. I am pretty sure that we follow a footpath that leads onto Hunterswell Road. 
 
Eventually, we end up on Barton Drive. We cross Barton Drive and find ourselves climbing up the steps to Broadlands. 
 
Just below the microwave transmitter for mobile phones, we look back from our vertiginous viewpoint. Beeflicker points out whence we came to Psycho. In the distance, is the floodlit tower of Wolborough church.
 
"Have we just run past there?", enquires Psycho incredulously. Yes indeedee!
 
The final part of the trail (well, final for everyone except Beefy who has his own special "B" trail to follow right at the end) takes us along Brownhill's Road and St Anne's Court, up a short flight of steps and to the corner of Halcyon Road and Highweek Street. Almost straight across Highweek Street and through a very grand gate with large stone pillars to either side, a short stretch of footpath and onto Fisher Road and then we drop onto and across Halcyon Road. 
 
At Victoria Road, we come to the "B'. Man-Pig's name does not begin with a B so I follow the marks through the pedestrianised centre of Newton Abbot and then back to the car park.
 
Not so all of the other FRB's who have all decided to be Beefy for the night. They all elect to undertake the "B" trail...and it does have its benefits; albeit for the Harriets only. 
 
The "B" trail runs past Newton Abbot fire station. There is a training exercise (or, perhaps a real call out) at the fire station. There are a lot of hunky men in uniform. Pisswell shouts out, "Oh look. Firemen!" The firemen are a little embarrassed but, perhaps, not quite as embarrassed as Psycho and Warmfront who elect to get a bit of a push on and disassociate themselves with the swooning Pisswell.
Soon the FRB's find themselves back on trail. Well, not quite all. Beefy is off trail and running back towards them....on a trail dedicated solely to him. How could he have possibly got lost?
 
Down-Downs
The RA welcomes everyone to The Cider Bar for Run No. 2062 and, "Has anyone got a story?"
Warmfront has one. It is about Wet-Johnny wanting to kiss Beefy at the kissing gate. Wet-Johnny is driving so he nominates Big End to take the DD on his behalf. A note for the "notionally nominated homosexual". 
 
There is also another story about Wet-Johnny entertaining himself in his car....looking at his groin and pretending to be on Candycrush (a computer game - apparently) but Wet-Johnny avoids having to pass on another nomination.
 
Man-Pig has been given the Checking Chicken hat by Fukarewe as Fukarewe had to leave straight after the run. This is awarded to "Pisswell"..... well, not exactly. It is actually awarded to Psycho. Initially, it was going to be awarded for Psycho's recent move to India in order to escape the clutches of the Teign Valley groper. This was superseded by the misdemeanour of going to the loo just as the Down-Downs were about to be dished out. Whilst Pyscho is powdering her nose, another story emerges. 
 
Apparently, FRB'ing Psycho elected to mark the direction of the trail, not by kicking out a check, but by washing away the relevant part of the circumference in.......ahem.....urine! Hence a note for "Pisswell".....and didn't you go red when this story was recited!
 
Pisswell gets a half pint of lovely, raspberry cider for swooning. Is it the big red shiny fire engines that so enchanted Pisswell? Or perhaps it's the uniform - the shiny brass helmets or maybe the glint of a recently sharpened chopper? We never find out. Nonetheless, there is a note for the "enchanted chopper lover".
 
We are running out of stories so the final half goes, again, to Big End. This was for being an uncharitable mechanic. Just before the run, the Pig was explaining that he was using his wife's old car. It doesn't get used very much and develops a misfire due to a damp build up in the distributor. Big End's comment to Well Hopped; "Make sure we leave before Man-Pig". A note for the "unhelpful mechanic".
Finally, a big thank you to the pub for supplying the Down-Downs. In fact, we were the only customers that they had which is a shame. Poacher should have been here...so many ciders to choose from.
 
Well, not quite finally. I think our Hare deserves a big "Thankyou" also. This is for an excellent and surprisingly shiggy trail and, additionally, in lieu of having received a Down-Down. All very enjoyable and a pleasant change to wash it down with a cider.
 
Next week
Next week's Hash is from The Corner Flag, Devon FA, Court Road, Newton Abbot with Hare, Wet-Johnny. If the marks are still there form the previous week's Hash, Wet-Johnny can relay it - but anti-clockwise! No?
 
On-On to next week, M-P.

Sunday, 2 February 2025

CIRCLE UP NORTHMBERLAND WAY CP

Run #2061 Monday 3rd February Circle up 7:15 pm from Newfoundland Way CP (by the Police station) Newton Abbot TQ12 1NG

ON DOWN Ye Olde Cider Bar, 99 East Street, Newton Abbot TQ12 2LD with hare Beeflicker.
 

 

Wednesday, 29 January 2025

TVH3 The Words for 27th January 2025

 (Early for a change - I'll try and get details posted sooner!)
 
The Bell Inn, Bovey Tracey 
 
Run No. 2060 - "Cock Up Your Beaver" & the birthday boy dun good
 
HARES: Pocket Rocket & Poacher
 
Who wuz there: Pocket Rocket, Poacher, Man-Pig, Beefy, Pisswell, Piltdown Man, Smellie, Red Rum, Warmfront, Smash, Miss Mash, visitors from AshHash, Grim & Not Mrs Grim and, finally, returnee lothario - Forrest-Stump
 
Circle
The weather was crap. So crap that only 11 Hashers were present at the Circle. AshHash visitor, Not Mrs Grim, would be joining us in the pub later but two key players were missing.....the Hares. Whilst Smellie wrestled with her phone to find out where they were the errant duo duly turned up.....wet.
Almost no announcements. Shitfaced was absent as he was on good samaritan duty in Bristol and Smellie needs a Hare for 27 February.
 
Trail
This was to be Pocket Rocket's virgin lay as, the following day, was his birthday. His mentor for the evening was Poacher; he of a thousand lays. What could possibly go wrong? Perhaps Rabbie Burn's poem, Cock Up Your Beaver was an apt description of the events that were about to unfold?
 
In a nutshell, the Longs ran around the woodland paths of Parke and then over to Lustleigh and back.....we were not supposed to go to Lusteigh! In fact, I was beginning to doubt the wisdom of our meanderings when no marks were seen over a 2.07 mile stretch. I wonder if Poacher had imparted one crucial piece of information to our virgin Hare - "do not underestimate the dizzying heights of crass stupidity than can be attained by the pack....frequently!"
 
And so it was that thirteen committed (Shirley an unintentional [sic]) Hashers sallied forth into the night.
 
From the station car park it was straight across the road and into the park with the River Bovey babbling away to our right. Warm Front led the charge to the first and second checks. We crossed the A382/Monk's Road. More checks; surely it is up and onto the dismantled railway - now part of the Devon cycle network? No. It was across pasture, over Parke Bridge, and into the woods to the NW of Parke. 
 
The Pig was on the lower path heading up towards Wilford Bridge, soon to be overtaken by Warmfront. A pyrrhic victory as Warmfront suddenly ground to a halt. A fishhook. The next seven Misérables had to backtrack to Poacher. 
 
Back on trail and a check that took us onto the middle footpath heading whence we came. A check, a view point (as useful as a chocolate fireguard in the dark), another check and, you guessed it, yet another check. Three checks within 30 yards of each other with all exits blocked with a cross. What was our virgin Hare up to......or was this Poacher's doing?
 
After what seemed like five minutes of fruitless searching, with the pack equally distributed with four at each check, we heard a call. It was Poacher. He was calling us back along the path that we'd just run up.
 
We retracde our footsteps on the lower path, once again heading north west towards Wilford Bridge. Tonight's Hash was the one that is closest to Burns' Night and Beefy was running with a cardboard caber and a false red beard; the Hash's only tip towards Burns' Night this year. Even the Pig was sans sporan....and sans hat as this had fallen out of his pocket somewhere on trail.
 
At Wilford Bridge we came to another, soggy and almost washed out check. Beefy and the Pig went through the five bar gate to check out the road. Beefy went uphill, the Pig went down towards the stone bridge over the River Bovey...one dot and nothing. Then we heard Warmfront calling "On". We looped back onto a woodland path over a wooden footbridge and up some steps, under a railway arch and onto a check, confusion and a Hare with a dying torch. 
 
After a lot of fruitless checking near Beefy's former residence Poacher directed us up a narrow lane. This was the last we would see of Poacher until we arrived back at the pub some one-and-a-half hours later.
 
Sure enough, we found dots. Beefy was well ahead, replete with fake caber. At the T-junction at Forder, the marks took us left and up, up and up Hatherleigh Lane. 
 
At its crest, a crossroads of sorts. Herethe road bears sharp right. Directly in front of us was a public footpath leading into Higher Knowle Wood (virgin territory) and to our left a track. A junction like this is an obvious place for a check. We searched in vain and found not a hint of flour. That was until we ventured onto the footpath in Higher Knowle Wood.
 
Just the other side of the kissing gate, we came across an arrow in flour. We were on.... or had we just been conned by the biggest false trail of them all? 
 
We dutifully followed the direction of the arrow, but no marks. The tree canopy had kept the tree trunks pretty dry and these moss covered trunks were an ideal place to put a mark. But not a graded grain of flour was to be seen. We backtracked to the only junction that we'd passed and Warmfront checked it out for the second time. Still the reflection of Homepride eluded us. We opted to follow the broadest track through the wood. 
 
The Longs now comprised Man-Pig, Warmfront, Smellie and Pisswell. Poacher was nowhere in sight and Beefy was way out in front and out of earshot.
 
Down, down and deeper and down we went [sic]. Pisswell said that she thought that we were headed for Lustleigh. Shirley not....too far out I thought. The further we went the less we saw........well, as far as flour was concerned. Still, we were ON. We had still followed that last ARROW.
 
Meanwhile, Beefy was, indeed well out in front and having no problem espying one blob of flour after another. He was in front all right but not in front of us!
 
We passed through a gate that we thought marked the end of the woods but no. We still had a a little way to go in woodland before arriving onto a narrow lane and a staggered crossroads. The Pig was starting to head towards Moretonhampstead before Pisswell called him back in the opposite direction. It looked like we were at the edge of a village.
 
"Where are we?" I asked Pisswell.
"Lustleigh".
"Nuts!"
 
Pisswell had us heading southwest along Lower Knowle Road. More virgin territory for me. To our left were some lovely upmarket rural houses. To our right, the River Bovey. Warmfront seemed to know where she was and disappeared into the night.
 
On and on we trundled. It was 9pm and a slow trundle was about as fast as we could muster. Where the dismantled railway passes over the lane a footpath sign marked access onto the SW cycle path. We diverted up and onto the old railway. Lo and behold - a mark - hallelujah! We were back on trail and 'only' two and a half miles from Bovey Tracey. I checked my Strava...... a mere 2.07 miles since the last mark! We were running late, jolly late. So we elected to bypass the car park and go straight to The Bell.
3/4 mile along the railway line, three arrows instructed us up and onto the higher path. I was sure that this would be a silly loop and that we'd be dropping back onto the railway line shortly. But no. Another arrow - through a gate and continue along the public footpath that snakes its way through Southbrook Farm.
 
We had just crossed Monk's Road when Smellie's phone rang. It was Piltdown Man.
"Are you lost?"
"No. We're on trail and only half a mile away".
Poor Piltdown Man had been waiting in his car for one-and-a-half hours. Alas, the folly of trying to get the Longs, Shorts and the Walkers all back to the pub at the same time.
 
We took the wrong fork at a Y-junction on the footpath and ended up in a newish housing estate. We arrived at cul-de-sac but Pisswell was sure that we could get through and started ferreting around homeowners garden. The security light came on and we suddenly decided that we were all members of Dad's Army LDV (Look, Dive, Vanish). We found our way onto St Mary's Road and were back on trail once more. We passed the back of The Cromwell Arms and turned left up Fore Street. Bang on 9.30 we arrived at the On-Down.
 
Amazingly, despite the atrocious weather earlier in the day, the gods had been kind to us. It did not rain. We weren't cold and only our feet were wet. However, we were all pretty thirsty.
 
Returnee thespian, Forrest Stump, has a tab running and buys us all a beer. That's what Hashing is all about.
 
Down-Downs
Despite the hour and the 7 mile tab it was an excellent trail. A lot of virgin territory, even if a lot of it was unplanned. So a big thankyou to our virgin Hare, Pocket Rocket - the boy dun good. Another big "Thankyou" to Poacher for coming all the way from the South Hams to lay a trail in pretty poor weather conditions.
 
Piltdown Man arrives and Smellie buys him a pint for his patience. Eventually a smile returns to Piltdown's face.
 
Initially we had planned to give the Down-Downs a miss. A combination of low numbers and the fact that it now past 10 o'clock. However, Poacher would have none of it. The virgin Hare and birthday boy deserved his Down-Down. An unprecedented return to a full pint of beer (Cobra lager) for Pocket Rocket as we cobbled together all the right notes - but not necessarily in the right order.
 
Later than anticipated but, perhaps happier than anticipated (or should that be "just plain relieved to get back?'), we all wend our way home. All's well that ends well.
 
Next week
Next week's Hash is from Newfoundland Road car park, Newton Abbot with Hare, Beeflicker.
 
On-On to next week, MP

Sunday, 26 January 2025

Back to Bovey!

Run #2060 Monday 27th January Circle up 7:15 pm from Station Road car park. OD The Bell Inn Town Hall Place, Bovey Tracey TQ13 9AA with Poacher and Pocket Rocket.

 

TVH3 The Words for 20th January 2025

Run #2059

The Park Inn, Kingskerswell
 
HARE: Shitfaced & friend (Man-Pig!)
 
Circle
A good turn out again this week. There was one announcement that membership is now due. £30 for the year (what a bargain!) to be paid by the end of January. Weekly payers can carry on giving a pound to Pisswell or Beeflicker.
 
That concluded, over to the Hare (or is that Hares?) for tonight’s briefing. A Walkers, a Shorts and a Longs, with two long/short splits. No sweetie stop but there was a curly sausage for a fiver waiting for those who wanted one back at the pub afterwards. Nice!
 
Trail
And with that we were off…. A couple of early checks slowed up the FRBs as we left Kingskerswell behind.
 
The first L/S appeared at the base of the steep incline up past the quarry. A few opted to take this route but the longs ploughed on towards Newton Abbot, stopping briefly only to ensure that Poacher wasn’t having a heart attack. Fortunately he wasn’t, so on we continued.
 
I didn’t see Poacher again on trail so I was mighty pleased to see him back at the OD when I eventually made it there! Slightly distracted by what looked like the festive train of lights, but it actually turned out to be a pack of Teignbridge Trotters. We missed a check taking us up some steps into Milber. I called a happy ‘on, on’ to the Trotters, but didn’t get much of a response.
 
Once in Milber, we headed through a network of residential roads, but always climbing upwards. This was going to be a toughie tonight I could feel it. Man-Pig seemed to predict when we needed some helpful guidance and appeared at various checks (there were a fair few of them) to ensure we went the correct way.
 
We hit the woods, and I said a fond farewell to Beefy, Wet Jonny and Beeflicker as they flew off up over the uneven ground. Behind me, I was aware of the torches and occasional chatter of Pisswell and Missin.
 
A bit of a surprise check had us heading back into residential Milber again but we soon found ourselves back in the woods and popping out in familiar territory for me, on the ridge track at the top, heading towards Coffinswell.
 
Somehow, Beeflicker was in my view now so I caught him up and we ran this section together. On arriving in Coffinswell, we carried on ahead and then came across an arrow on our left at the bottom of a footpath. ‘Oh dear,’ I said (or words to that effect) ‘I think we have missed a mark’. So back we went, and up we went, and up we went some more. By this time, Pisswell and Missin (who had clearly NOT missed the arrow left) were long gone and we were climbing the lonely road together. Beeflicker stepped it up a gear and soon it was just me again, although I could hear Beeflicker’s reassuring calls and see his torch light up ahead.
 
At the eventual top of a very long and steep climb, we went right on to a footpath through a field. I could see Beeflicker, but who else was there? It was the co-Hare Man-Pig on his way across the path to locate the lid of his flour container. ‘Great trail!’ I called. This was hashing at its finest.
 
Through the field and down a very gnarly and slippery woodland footpath, I came across the arrow I’d seen earlier, only this time it was correctly marked on the right! ‘Hooray’, I thought. I was really glad I had gone back. 
 
By now, my legs were beginning to tire. Having been ill for a number of weeks, I hadn’t run more than about 5K, so this route was testing me. But I pulled myself together and carried on through Coffinswell, past the Linney Inn which looked very inviting.
 
Up ahead, I could hear talking and see torch light. One was definitely Beeflicker, but who were the others? I pushed on to catch them up, and did so just as we reached another gnarly and slippery footpath, marked on the right. It was Pisswell and Missin, with Beeflicker. It was nice to see them again. 
 
So up we climbed, and then down we went until we emerged from the footpath to the primary school. We knew we were nearly back then – just a quick run along the main road before we were directed left, and then saw the happy ‘OH’ mark.
 
Great trail and nice to be back in Kingskesrwell again after a bit of a break. Thank you Shitfaced and Man-Pig!
 
Down-Downs: Fukarwe - for disturbing the peace with 70’s soft rock and lots of yawning in his wagon. Threesum –for bragging about her imminent Caribbean cruise. Man-Pig – for a brilliant trail, despite marking a VP out in the dark. Pisswell & Poacher – for a near death experience (Poacher) and I’m not sure what Pisswell’s was for?
 
Next week: We’re at The Bell in Bovey Tracey, circling up in the Station Rd car park with Pocket Rocket’s virgin lay (with help from Poacher).
 
ON ON to next week, Well Hopped x

WEEKLY SUBS PAYERS

It would be appreciated if those hashers that pay £1 a week when they attend rather than the £30 a year subscription could bring their one pound to the circle and pay Pisswell before the run. It is not much fun for her to chase hashers in the pub for payment. Many thanks for your cooperation. 🙂

MISMANAGEMENT UPDATED AGPU APRIL 4 2022

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HASH SUBS 2023

This years membership, which is due now is £30 Alternatively, you can pay £1 per week when attending. Samantha Zimbler Hash cash Threesum. On line payments Account name: TEIGN VALLEY HASH House Harriers Sort Code: 55-70-01 Account number: 69068186 Reference: your hash name

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JESSE'S DD FROM THE TALLY HO!

EXPLANATION OF ARCHIVE TVH3 SITES

GREATHASHGOD: A dedicated site (presently mothballed and serves as archive content only) with all TVH3 content. Mostly photos from each Monday's hash but also some video clips. Named after our Life President Pottsie.

PRECONDEROTOUS: Containing the entire archive of TVH3 of some 1000 vid clips and over 5000 posts and photos. Started on November 11th 2007, the site is active with Bluebird's personal content but the archive content is fascinating and preserved, well worth a look.

Fukarwi

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REARENDER

REARENDER

TEAPOT

TEAPOT

SOAPY

SOAPY

MOULDY DICK

MOULDY DICK

MELONPICKER

MELONPICKER

FALLEN WOMAN

FALLEN WOMAN

DORIS

DORIS

BROKEN MAN

BROKEN MAN

ARCHANGEL

ARCHANGEL

ABLE SEMEN

ABLE SEMEN

Previously unreleased clip - Vicky's naming from the Sea Trout

FOR TVH3 HABERDASHERY CONTACT ZOOT

FOR TVH3 HABERDASHERY CONTACT ZOOT

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