ROYAL OAK AT EXMINSTER

Run #2134 Monday 22nd June Circle up 7:15 pm from the Royal Oak Inn at Exminster, Exeter EX6 8DX with Beeflicker

 

 

Rock around the Rugg tonight

Hash no: 2133

Who woz there?

Manpig, Georgie Porgy, Piltdown Man and grand daughter Monica, Strap on, Strap dancer, Beeflicker, Beefy, Pisswell (hare), Forrest, Slip on me, Archangel (For a short while. Hope you’re ok? I think the bog took him), all three Penners, Wet Johnny, Erection, Manopause, Coldtits and SMEllie (late-delayed by the train), Bobbiball (did his own thing at Bonehill rocks), Ernie and Roger the Dodger.

The circle

Piltdown GM’d as Pocket Rocket was absent. No one was reminded about the words or the chips/ baguettes, or dates needing a hare, or the time!

The hare was intent on breaking all the rules ( as there are none in hashing) so she had not laid a “real” trail. The only trail was to get everyone through the bogs without mishap, but once past the Rugglestone rock and on the moor, there would be arrows only, pointing to the flag on your next tor and change of direction. If you didn’t cross a road and remained on the slope overlooking Widecombe, you might sink in a bog but you wouldn’t get lost! So visual clues were of great important and the hare would blow Rambo’s whistle at the beer and rock stop. ( mainly to show the way down to Venton mire)

The trail to the tune of “Rock Around The clock” 1960

One, Two, Three O’clock, hare lays first mark.

Four, five, Six, O’clock, Seven fifteen start,

Eight, Nine, Ten, we stop,

Hashers we rock

We're gonna hash around the rocks tonight

Turn your Strava off, we ain’t doing miles.

We’re counting in tors, and large rock piles!

We’re going hash above the Rugg tonight

You’re gonna visit rocks that are all in sight

You’re gonna hash, going hash, without the rules tonight.

Rugglestone Rock is the first one found

Shiggys good as on on we bound

Find the right flag to find your route

Follow the arrows and have a hoot

You’re gonna find, gonna find your own sweet way tonight!

From now on you can’t see no flour.

You need to follow detective powers!

To Bovey rock, you all can go

Some will go high, and some will go low

You’re gonna split, gonna split

As the trail is laid in tors!

One more for walkers to Hollow tor

But oth-ers have to hash much moor!

Up to the Top tors, it’s a bitter Pil

Longs to Wittaburrow, shorts to Tunhills

Rocking long, rocking short?

The Arrows will show the way

Drinking the beer at Venton mire

Look for the hare as the bog is dire

Follow the marks, don’t want you in a muddle

We want you all back for a beer in the Ruggle

Eating rock, bagging tors around the Rugg tonight.

Out takes:

Manpig and Piltdown man joint contenders for the shiggy award of the year!

Man down: Archangel, limped bleeding back to the pub. (sorry)

Beeflicker: only person to complete all 10 tors, well done!

Only person lost-Beefy, whose long distance eyesight picked out Buckland Beacon several miles away!

Down downs:

Forrest kindly RA’d.

1. SMEllie gave her award to the most follically challenged, which happened to be Erection, who looked fetching in his new blue wig!

2. Georgie was nominated for drinking beer at the beer stop, which she thought was blackcurrant. Forrest then suggested Piltdown take the down down as she wouldn’t want it but we wanted to finish in June. So, instead…it moved on to ….

3. SMEllie and Coldtits were both late and did their own thing but SMEllie had the helicopter hat from Forrest for impersonating a flag pole in her bright colours!

4. Pisswell gave her jesters hat to Manopause for being an FRB with Erection as they left the longs behind and went the correct way.

5. Lastly the hare was awarded a down down to the tune of the grand old Duke of York, for breaking all the rules and not really laying a trail!

Where are we next week?

So next week will see us at the Royal Oak, Exminster with Beeflicker as hare.

On on to next week.

RUGGLESTONE, HERE WE COME!

Run #2133 Monday 15th June Circle up 7:15 pm from the Rugglestone Inn, Widecombe-in-the-Moor with Pisswell.

TVH THE (SPLENDID) WORDS

TVH3 #2132, 8th June 2026.

Cockhaven Arms, Bishopsteignton.

Hare: Roger the Dodger.

 

Who was there:

Roger the Dodger with visitor, Myrthe, from the Netherlands; Well Hopped and James, her brother; Big End; Piltdown Man; Georgie P'Orgy and granddaughter Monica; Melon Picker; Bee Flicker; Zen Emptiness; Ernie; Fukarwe; Pollyfella and Lisa (pub only); Man Pig; Wet Fart; Coldtits; Swinger and son Devin; Warm Front; Psycho and Beefy.

 

Apologies: what follows was written as a four-line verse. It changed itself and I cannot edit back.

 

'Twas the dry afternoon of the eight day of June,

The morning had been so much wetter.

The Hare had gone out and, without any doubt

Conditions had ended up better. 

 

Hashers arrived through roadworks contrived

To stymie our favourite pastime.

Nice chats in the sun, we waited to run

More clement than the Circle was last time.

 

The Hare brought a guest, we all can attest

At Hashing she's a total beginner.

A pertinent fact: her country is flat,

Our terrain is likely agin her!

 

And as is the norm, the Circle did form

(To some people, annoyingly late).

There we two on their bike so, whether you like

It or not, it is rude not to wait.

 

With the GM unseen, it'll usually mean

Piltdown Man puts on the mantle.

The same every week, it's hands up to speak

A sack full or, merely a scantle. 

 

So, from SMEllie's list, two dates have been missed:

So far off it's not worth a mention.

I suppose I should say- in August, okay?

At least now she's got your attention.

 

The Hare took the stage, the Hash to engage,

There's a Long and a Short and a Walk.

A stop you will find (if you see the sign).

It's all laid in flour and blue chalk.

 

Out left on the Trail, the hill made some quail,

We'd gone no real distance at all

When Psycho sat down on a bench near the round

Until she heard Warm Front's "On" call. 

 

On into the sticks and, what a great fix

For the blues that the working days bring.

Greens of all hues and fantastic views

See hovering Larks as they sing.

 

Capillary lanes had turned into veins

And arteries for many drivers.

We all had to share the little to spare

With departers as well as arrivers.

 

The Trail ran us down to the main road from town,

A right turn took us all away.

With no-one behind, we pressed on to find

Big End to show us the way.

 

Changing the scene, we ran up the Teign

On seaweed and pebbles and rocks.

The shoreline was wet but, I managed to get

A handful of sand in my socks.

 

Psycho had found herself off the ground,

She scaled the wall with such ease.

She hadn't made time to go for a climb.

Her hobby? It's more like a disease!

 

So Dodger's S/S, in a field, 

more or less the same place it had been before.

Of treats there were many and worth every penny

As we hadn't been charged at the door!

 

The greeter was there with his strange happy stare

Our good friend who's Gnorman the Gnome.

Man Pig was late, and in a right state,

Having first found the On Home!

 

Quitting the Stop with the temperature drop

And the shadows beginning to fall,

Those who were left, were not bereft

As Dodger urged "Please, eat it all!"

 

After all that and, feeling quite fat,

We rolled our way back to the Inn

To get tidied up and something to sup.

So then the Down-downs begin.

 

The Down-downs:

Did they go to the Ball? We won't know, at all but

Lisa has Prince Pollyfella.

I know it's a crime but, we'll use up that rhyme for

Lisa is his Cinderella!

 

"This heart of mine, will be one, with thine." Quoth he

On his other knee bended.

(Put feelings like these in parentheses)

So, now they're each other's "intended".

 

Navigation appalling or, beer was a-calling?

Man Pig had gone the wrong way.

To the wrong football ground but, the S/S was found.

By then it was late in the day!

 

Follow the Trail? The idea went stale

So Warm Front suggested a turn.

Increasing the distance had met no resistance:

From their folly they really must learn!

 

To pick on this beauty was Man Pig's sad duty,

She gave him a look full of scorn.

Being "posh" was the charge,

Which is why, by and large,

She looks "To the manor born."

 

The Hare at his best, his work was expressed

In the Trail and the Sweetie Stop cited.

High on the scale, we'll all have a tale,

In this I am sure we're united.

 

On on, Beefy.

 

P.S.

Elegant diction or terrible fiction?

Don't worry, you won't hurt my feelings.

Too high ambition for "Words" proposition,

I ought to stay clear of these dealings!

COCKHAVEN ARMS

Run #2132 Monday 8th June Circle up 7:15 pm from the Cockhaven Arms, Bishopsteignton with Roger the Dodger.

PLEASE NOTE that there are roadworks in place along the A381. Access from the Teignmouth side will be closed but the approach from Newton Abbot should be open. From Newton Abbot, proceed along the A381 until the garage on the left and turn left there up into Cockhaven Road. The hare advises that there is no food available.

 

 

TVH THE WORDS Run #2131

 

We met on a wet dreary Monday 1st June at Coombe Cellars but were greeted with a warm welcome from the hashers. Beeflicker had laid the trail in flour and hopefully enough marks would still be visible with the on and off showers . At the circle Soapy reminded people that the Devon Nash Hash 2027 website is now live to have a look, and that registrations open 13th July!

 

We left the car park and there were options of longs and shorts. I opted for the shorts, still a good 4 miles ad the longs just over 5 miles. Not sure on the walkers distant but if they did the long route, they would still walk 5 or so miles, it would just take a long time so best not that option!

 

Running round the edge of farmers fields trying to guess the crops, one had rape seed that managed to get all our socks shoes and legs soaking wet at the start of the trail, already regretting not wearing my waterproof socks! Next was winter barley starting to crop up, very apt seeing as Nash Hash 2027 is farmer themed so was a talking point. Didn’t spot Teresa may frolicking in wheat fields it must be said.

As always, I like to see all the wildflowers on the trails. Spotting cow parsley blowing in the breeze, the sweet smell of honeysuckle and a few herb Roberts thrown in for good measure. Oh and did I mention it was raining! But still enjoying the views over the estuary and the fields of Stokeinteignhead. Marks were still there, apart from some which annoyingly the public had hidden under leaves, but you can’t fool a hasher and we stayed on trail. A few checks to keep everyone on their toes and most importantly the hash together and lots of calls of ‘On On’ to be heard. 

 

Back to the Coombe Cellars for the down downs and to warm up/dry off.

 

Awards to the hare for as always a great trail, Earnie gave one to Forest for not being able to tie his own shoe- although I did think it as a proposal. Soapy got one for baby clothes shopping-no, no news from me it was for Hornies granddaughter!

 

Nice to see everyone, on on!

 

Palmolive.

COOMBE CELLARS

 Run #2131 Monday 1st June Circle up 7:15 pm from Coombe Cellars CP, Combeinteignhead, Newton Abbot TQ12 4RT with Beeflicker. Contact the pub for food.

 

BEEFY'S HITCHHIKER'S GUIDE TO THE GALAXY

 

Run #2130 Monday 25th May

The Bay Horse Inn at Ashburton

Beefys 'Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy'

 

Who was there:

Beefy, Pisswell, Beeflicker, Slip-on-me, Able Seamen, Swinger, Roger the Dodger, Bobbyball, Man Pig, Warmfront, Forrest, Georgie Porgie, Piltdown Man, Swinger's son, Piltdown's grandson

Visitor: Mr X

Virgin: Georgie's granddaughter

And eventually the GM Pocket Rocket.... 

 

Circle up:

Dates for S.M.ellie were asked for so if you haven't laid a trail in at least a week, put your name down to lay one. Manpig requested a volunteer for the dreaded words, with Pocket Rocket being half hour late and delaying us and a brief silence, yours truly volunteered to write them, I'm becoming quite the author, I could write a book, Beeflickers Guide to the Hash.

 

Over to the hare: dressed in a tartan dressing gown and a cup of tea, everyone was still working out why the towels? It all became abundantly clear later, in chapter 8, verse 3, titled the 'Sweety Stop'.

We were told, 3 and on, on the left and right, lots of criss crossing, walkers one way, shorts and longs the other, all dogs on leads please and due to many ladies in very little clothes, Man Pig also to be on a lead. 

 

The trail... I didn't see much of the shorts or walkers apart from just before the sweety stop ( chapter 6 verse 1) in fact, I don't think anyone did the shorts. Those who went walking or did the longs, well done everyone as it was so hot out there, we didn't mind though as we had our towels so were looking forward to a swim stop.

 

We left the pub and proceeded straight across a foot bridge over the river Ashburn and then turned left down Ashburn close. Warmfront was leading the way. We then turned left and left again onto North street heading back towards the on down, was this to be the shortest hash ever? Nope, we turned left along Stapledon lane and followed it all the way down onto East street where we turned lef. We then turned right onto the aptly named Hares lane and right again on to Love lane. Here we saw Swinger checking out and supervising the check, while Manpig and Warmfront did some checking. 

 

At this check, we went straight on along onto Wealena terrace, straight on again onto Trigger meadow and right onto Chuley Rd. We were soooo hot and sweaty but we didn't moan as we had our towels so the swim stop must be coming up soon. Here we turned left along a little footpath and then right along the A38. 

 

As we came off the slipway, we turned right down a beautiful dirt path which was arched with trees, and then left onto Stone park crescent. Here we got a little lost, finding a cross in every direction until Warmfront found a little hidden gate and footpath - so up the hill we went and then right onto Western road. Then it was left up Bowden hill for a massive climb, we encountered a 4x4 coming down the hill so we all had to suck in our bellies and squeeze past, well, everyone apart from Warmfront and Swinger, they made it look easy. 

 

At the top of the hill, which turned out to not be the top, we turned right up another bridleway hill and climbed all the way to the real top to the sweety stop, meeting the walkers going the opposite way, they all looked so happy and were clearly enjoying the trail. 

 

Chapter 8 verse 4.. the sweety stop.....

Beefy was here at the top of the hill, his 4x4 backed up against the amazing view, the sun was shining bright and low, the sweeties all laid out, the cream soda flowing, a golden horde laid next to the gold bar wrapped in an orange. Here is where the theme became clear to us all and a great explanation of things from Beefy. 

 

Chapter 8 verse 5... the second half....

We left the sweety stop, we were half-way through the trail, still hot and sweaty but still no complaints as we were having an amazing time and we had our towels so the swim stop MUST be coming soon.

We ran down the hill and then right at the bottom onto a footway in the trees. At the end it was a right onto Headborough road, at the bottom we could see the pub, we were nearly home but where was the swim stop? We had our towels but no swim. Ah, that's because we turned left here along new road and away from the pub. Pisswell reminded us that Beefy did a similar thing to us last time, got us nearly home and then took us away again. So, along New road it was and then a brief left and then a right into Nation field, out the field past the horses and baby rabbits and right and down the lane onto New road, we then turned right again, over a stone into our last field and back onto North street for the on home. We had our towels, but where was that swim stop? Beefy informed us that he never promised us a swim stop but it was in fact National Towel Day, hence the towels! 

 

An amazing trail and lots of fun, loads or virgin ground for me, so, thank you, Beefy

 

Down downs

1st up... Pocket Rocket for forgetting to unplug his adult toy in his car, which drained his battery, causing him to be late, going against his own rule.

 

2nd up was Forrest for learning how to wear his towel correctly on his head.

 

3rd was Forrest again, not sure what this one was for but it was well deserved, I think it was for his dementia and forgetting where he was, how he got here and why he was here.

 

4th Was warmfront for bringing a tiny towel and comparing wieners with Roger the Dodger, it was a close call but Warmfront won, therefore the down down (and Roger the Dodger couldn't even blame the cold).

 

So where are we next week? As S.M.Ellie wasn't here, nobody knew so Beeflicker said he would get the diary up and have a look, oh bugger, it's me! Haha how could I forget?

 

On on to next week at the Coombe Cellars

 

ON ON BEEFLICKER

 

 

THE BAY HORSE BECKONS (apologies for late posting - blogger down)

 

Run #2130 Monday 25th May Circle up 7:15 pm Bay Horse Inn - pavement adjacent to pub (not opposite), 64 North St, Ashburton, Newton Abbot TQ13 7QG with Beefy. View details and RSVP https://calendar.app.google/HAAUUDmhHfj9t9zZA

Important stuff about Monday's Hash:

Bring a towel.

There will be a "token of appreciation" for those who take it On Trail.

Please park in Kingsbridge lane cp (free after 6.0 pm) and walk up North Street to the On-down.

The pub does not serve food but, everyone is welcome to bring their own.

Any dogs will need to be on a lead at some stage of the Trail.

Thank you.

On on, Beefy.