HALLOWEEN HASH from the COURT FARM INN

Run #2152 Monday 26th October Circle up 7:15 pm from the Court Farm Inn, Abbotskerswell, Newton Abbot TQ12 5NY with Psycho for our Halloween Hash. The clue is in the name so don't forget to wear your Halloween themed outfit for in the pub or on the trail - or both!

 

Run 2151 Monday 19 October Crown and Sceptre, St Marychurch

Hashers – Able Semen, Ernie, Fukawe, Gorgy Porgy, Beefy, Miss Inn, MissMash, Pisswell, Piltdown Man, Roger the Dodger, Smellie, Swinger, Well Hopped, Wet Johnny, Manpig, Cold Tits, Bluebird (pub), Teapot (pub) and Wet Fart.

 

Prior warnings of sparse carparking did the job as even Cold Tits arrived before the off. Circled up outside the Crown and Sceptre cautionary tales were told by the Hare of windy, open land and a building where hashers must head away and pass a blue tent which may or may not be there.

 

Down Petitor Lane and then trouble at a check where the front runners were still sniffing around for a trail when the hare sent them on their way again along the coast path, stopping at a VP for a great view of the Cary Arms, lit up above Babbacombe Harbour. Then under the Cliff Railway at Oddicombe and on through the woods past the Cary Arms where the Walkers headed up the steep road never to be seen again. The Long and Shorts stuck to the coast path and climbed up to Walls Hill where said building was found and, with backs to the wall, the intrepid hashers headed out into the night across the open downs. The blue tent glimmered in the distance and with shouts of ‘On On’ the hashers thundered past to the probable terror of those within.

 

A long downhill and out onto the road where the Longs and Shorts parted company at Ansteys Cove Carpark with the longs following the trail down Ilsham Road, and through the long green that leads down towards Meadfoot Beach. A call back by the watchful hare was needed when a turn off into the woods was missed as they were all too busy reminiscing about a weirdo in a pub last time Swinger ran here or some such tale. Kents Cavern soon loomed out of the darkness but alas, no side ventures into the caves had been arranged.

 

A long tarmac section followed with several call backs for Fukawe, who was too busy leading to bother looking for arrows, this let Well Hopped and Miss Inn have a few moments of glory as FRBs before they were reined back in! The way home led through Cary Park with a stop to play on the See Saw and then the On Home sign was spotted and, with a few last twists and turns through the churchyard the intrepid longs arrived back at the pub, a splendid 5+ miles under their belts.

 

Back in the pub the fun had only just begun, with some colourful characters in attendance who were eventually scared off. The elusive BlueBird circled and landed briefly before returning to roost on the other side of the bar where poetry was taking place. Word was that the Bluebird would be singing so all trooped through and heard his beautiful song of No More Rum. Well Hopped had a story or two and earned herself a Down Down for the privilege, followed by one for Fukawe who lived up to his name several times during the trail!! Another DD for the Hare and then an ice cold half pint of water for Miss Inn for taking a photo of Piltdown Man’s list of attendees to use when writing the words (good idea I thought)!!

 

On On Miss Inn

CROWN & SCEPTRE

Run #2151 Monday 19th October Circle up 7:15 pm from The Crown & Anchor, 2 Petitor Rd, St Marychurch, Torquay TQ1 4QA with the hero of the hour, Man-Pig, who, as his wont, has stepped once more unto the breach. As posted earlier, no food but beer aplenty. For you literary lovers, it is also the C & S Poetry evening.

REPOSTED FROM #2058

The standard blurb re parking now follows, although it is a futile exercise as hashers have ignored common sense over the years and insist on trying to get a space in the pub's miniscule car park at the last minute. Sigh.

However, herewegogo. Great time and effort has been (fruitlessly) expended in compiling the map below.

The map shows possible (local knowledge) spaces but your best bet would be to find a space down in St Marychurch itself near the Cooperative stores (marked as CO-OP within a red circle). It's only about 200 yards away from the pub.

 

 

TVH THE WORDS

RUN #2150 Monday 12th October

From The Bell Inn, Bovey Tracey

Who was there:
Hare: Pocket Rocket
Man Pig, Beeflicker, Pisswell, Well Hopped, Big End, Swinger, Alexia (Alexia no more) Freya (virgin) Georgie Porgie, Piltdown Man, Psycho, S.m.ellie, Strap-on, Strapdancer, Fuckarewe, Missin, 3 others but didn't get their names.

Circle up.... Smellie asked for hares,
Manpig asked for a scribe and mentioned PlymptonH3 are hosting a hash on Saturday for the fallen hashers.
It was mentioned that 3sum has stepped down as treasurer and a new one was needed,
And Pocket Rocket talked about the trail.

The trail... well as Pocket Rocket has had a bad knee for the last 18 years of his life, I wasn't expecting a challenging trail tonight but was pleasantly surprised, there was plenty of flour and, much to Pocket's surprise, it was still there. It was also well marked and very clear.

After being directed towards and through the roadworks, we were told the 1st mark is on the left and then on the right thereafter. We all knew what that meant, yes, were going up that big bloody hill. After the 1st 100 yards we came across the 1st long short split, walkers and shorts straight on and longs to the right.

So off we all went, up our own hills, until the longs came to a check. It was a left here and along the lane to the woods where the next check was found. Big End went right, Beeflicker went straight on and Manpig went left. Freya and Psycho supervised the check and had a little chatter, Manpig was on, so we all followed suit.

We ran past the woods and down the hill until we came to the fork where the shorts and walkers had come up. It was a right here and all the way down the hill to the main road where we turned right and then a left a short while after, down some bridle tracks and across the main road and onto more bridleways and woodland paths. Here we then turned left and into Parke.

At the fire station, we crossed the road and straight on to find the on home. Along Parke, Beeflicker had stopped to gather photos of oncoming hashers where he encountered Smellie running the opposite way, apparently the shorts wasn't long enough so a second reverse lap was opted for.

A fantastic trail Pocket, you've learnt and picked up trail laying very well so here's to many more.

Downdowns were awarded to:
The hare for a fantastic trail,
Big End just because he was the only one who likes cider,
Smellie for her extra lap,
Swinger for taking on the role of treasurer, thank you Swinger and finally Alexia who will now be known as Skidmarks.....

Speaking of marks, TVH3 will no longer be dealing in ££ but instead it will.now be Deutchmarks, where we will also be supplied with German ale down downs

On on to next week
St Marychurch, I believe

On on, Beeflicker

BELL AT BOVEY

Run #2150 Monday 12th October Circle up 7:15 pm from the Bell Inn, Town Hall Pl, Bovey Tracey, Newton Abbot TQ13 9AA with Pocket Rocket

 

TVH THE WERDZ by PSYCHO

Run #2149 Monday 5 October

OHFTB's Drum

Werdz

 

Late as usual, I bowled into Maddicks farm to the already prepared circle, just in time to hear SmEllie requesting an urgent hare as some disorganised soul has dropped out at the last minute - oops! Sorry, work calls! Therefore needing a volunteer for 19th October trail, contact SmEllie if you can. (already covered by good old ManPig. Ed)

 

A good turn out as usual to OnlyHerefortheBeer's annual birthday trail. The hares explained the 'splats' were laid on the right, possibly more on the tarmacked surface, and plead with us 'no lefts, no rights! Keep to the course' on the tracks & bridle paths!

 

We set out left from Maddacombe Farm, and immediately bunched up on the crossroads, faint calling 'are u'. I returned from Ipplepen (!) to find a gallant ManPig making sure I returned to the right postcode. 

 

We jogged along the B Mill road past the chattering walkers, on-on, and MP stopped for a chinwag with Archangel.

 

I turned left onto a steep track with Strap On who joshed with me about taking the shorts, oops! So I backtracked to the tarmac, slowly gaining on other Longs hashers and always looking out for splats. Following a blob, I scooted up a rocky path finding Big End and Ned having a poo - just Ned, that is (!) Well Hopped was tackling the hill and I found Miss Inn setting the pace and keeping a tight eye on trail at all the junctions.

 

On the rocky descent, I decided to sacrifice my ankles and controlled falling past the walkers 'til I fell out its end to find Warm Front looking lost at a tarmac crossroads, "They've washed the road!" Indeed, a road crew had washed the road 'a cement spill' so no doubt they scrubbed all the pale white splats up as well, well done - not!... We guessed right and found a check, (we guessed that as well, promising to come back if we scored wrong - no need!) and hoofed our way home beside the Expressway and woods to a blazing fire and barbie.

 

Warm Front insisted on buying me a beer in exchange for a lift home, a bit weird as we all know I don't drink.

 

We didn't see the downdowns, but I think Forrest, OH4TB (happy birthday, thanks for great trail) and Jo got refreshments! 

 

On-on! Psycho x

Only Here for the Beer's drum

Run #2149 Monday 5th October Circle up 7:15 pm from Maddicombe farm, Maddacombe rd, Kingskerswell, Newton Abbot TQ12 5LF with Only Here for the Beer.

Don't forget to bring cash (is king) for beer and burgers! 

 

 

TVH3 The (EPIC) Words for 28th September 2026

Coombe Cellars, Combe-in-Teignhead

Run No. 2148 - Harvest Moon

HARE: Ollie

 

Who wuz there: Ollie, Pocket Rocket, Man-Pig, Forrest-Stump, Piltdown Man, Georgy Porgy, Beefy, Beeflicker, Archangel, Fukarewe, Smellie, Coldtits, Wetfart, Big End, Well Hopped, Devin, Strap-On, Strap Dancer, Slip-on-Me, Polyfella & returnees - Alexis , Triple Jump and Mouldy Dick

 

Circle

And so it was, a Harvest Moon Hash.

We arrived at Coombe Cellars to be greeted by a beautiful sunset looking up the Teign towards Haytor, a view only to be surpassed by the blood orange Harvest Moon that guided us this way and that along Ollie's well laid and beautiful trail.

 

Pocket Rocket, an injured non-runner, welcomed all to the Hash including returnees Mouldy Dick and Alexis. Alexis explained that she was back because her kids had grown up and left home....welcome back.

 

Announcements were brief. Man-Pig advised that entries for the Grizzly ballot were now open. this was greeted by near silence with the exception of Beeflicker who was proud to announce that he had already entered. However, the silence was not quite as deafening as that generated by Man-Pig's next question, "A volunteer for The Words please". After a long silence the Pig volunteered himself.

"About time too", mutters Beefy.

 

Smellie needs Hares for 9 & 23 November or was that 9 & 16 November? Coldtits, I think, has laid claim to 23 November so the 9 & 16 November remain open.

 

Beeflicker gave a heads up for us to prepare our halloween garb in preparation for his trail at the end of October.

 

Eventually, we get to The Hare, Ollie, who has travelled all the way down from Shropshire just to lay the trail for us. A truly sterling effort which incurred a five and a half hour drive due to delays on the M5. Ollie's original intention was to attend the annual Harvest festival and raffle at the Church House In, Stokeinteignhead. This he would combine with laying a trail from the aforementioned watering hole. Alas, at the last minute the Harvest festival was postponed. Nevertheless, the show must go on and, rather than make his apologies, he drove down, laid the trail and would be returning to Shropshire the following day...what utter dedication.

 

Trail

The trail commenced with a very early sweety stop. In fact the sweety stop took place at the Circle. The delay on the M5 had not prevented Ollie from laying the trail but it did mean that he hadn't had time to go and deposit the sweeties as he'd originally planned.

 

Some Hashers went for the bags of assorted chewy goodies whilst the others were pointed towards the public footpath that runs along the banks of the Teign upstream towards Newton Abbot.

After only 150 British yards we came to a check. Beeflicker checked along the foreshore. This looked an unlikely route as we were on a flood tide with a full moon; a 100% guarantee of getting very wet if pursuing that particular avenue.

 

The Pig opted for the signed public footpath that took us up and diagonally across a recently tilled field that is usually full of maze. this proved to be the correct route and it was reassuring to look back and see a snake of headtorches following the FRB's calls of "On-On".

 

Arriving at tarmac near Netherton House, the dots gave way to arrows for a short while until we reached the Walkers and L/S split at a small crossroads. The Walkers headed straight on towards the Newton Abbot to Shaldon road where they bore right and then left to commence their ascent up the non-adopted Ridge Road.

 

The Longs and Shorts bear right at the split and head for Tucketts Farm but not before arriving at a check and a decidedly tempting "public footpath" sign that looks like its taking onto someone's driveway...which it is.

 

Beeflicker checks out the road towards Tucketts Farm. The Pig is on home turf and checks out the footpath that runs past the owner's cars that are parked on his drive. Surprisingly, Beefy is nowhere to be seen. The Pig is "On" and arrives at the Long/Short split.

 

For the Shorts it is across the main road and left for a few yards before turning right up a tiny lane. They pass little known and very picturesque cottages and a reach a dead end....well a dead end for cars as the lane then turns into a footpath climbing to a check....but has it already been kicked out by the Walkers?

An arrow points the Longs diagonally to the right towards a disused red telephone box now used as a book depository. 

 

Surprisingly. Ollie has laid the trail up the steep, and aptly named, Hiller lane towards the top of Milber near the Newtake football pitches where we arrive at a check. Man-Pig foolishly checks towards the Milber Trading estate only to find a cross. Beeflicker checks the John Musgrave Heritage Trail down towards Haccombe but finds nothing. He is only a few yards away from the trail and misses the marks. Polyfella catches up and other torches suggest that Beefy, Well Hopped and Big End aren't too far behind either.

 

We get back on trail, as a group now. We descend down the footpath that has only recently (OK about 5 years ago now) been erected to separate the footpath from a field that is usually occupied by a pair of horses...and still is by the sound of neighing. 

 

Another check and the Pig if off to Haccombe House on a fool's errand whilst Beeflicker checks straight across and a trackway that will eventually take us to Ridge Road where we will be back on the Walkers and Shorts trail.

 

Climbing up the decidedly unmaintained Ridge Road Beefy catches up and passes me. We both then pass Well Hopped but no sign of Beeflicker and Polyfella whom we believe are ahead. 

 

As the tortuous climb levels off, we arrive at a properly maintained lane that leads to Mount Olive. But we are not going that far. A check has been kicked out and we are heading left along a broad track which soon decays to an unstable single track heading towards Combeinteignhead. We pass Ollie and Coldtits, then Georgy Porgie and Piltdown Man. Next, an arrow has us change onto another steeply descending track into Combeinteignhead. Had we carried straight on we would have descended past Lilac Cottage but not tonight. 

 

On our new track the Hare has kindly drawn a triangular warning sign. This is just in front of a deep, ankle breaking furrow in the middle of the track....well spotted.

 

When we arrive in the centre of Combeinteignhead, an arrow points left and past the Wild Goose (regrettably closed on a Monday). Here I pass Alexis and her dog making her return to the Hash for the first time in 5 years. It is then a right and uphill towards the turn off to Coombe Cellars. The Moon is orange and full and beautiful. Torch off. Night vision engaged for a peaceful final canter downhill to the On Down.

 

What a lovely run and thank you Ollie for coming all the way down to lay it for us.....so very much appreciated.

 

Down-Downs

Although we arrived back at the pub startlingly early, 8.40, some had to leave early. We lost Forrest, Well Hopped, Big End and Polyfella prior to the DD's. We would, additionally, have lost Swinger and Devin as well if Swinger hadn't lost her cars keys (a story for next week perhaps?).

 

The Down-Downs commenced by thanking the Hare for the DD's - especially as they were a bit pricey at £6.10/pint for Adnam's Ghost Ship.

 

Man-Pig is the only RA present and asks if there are any Awards? 

 

There is only one present and Piltdown has it. It is the Guinness stove pipe hat. However, he does not have a story so he gives the hat to Pocket Rocket who thinks that he has a story. Not for the first time this involves the Pig's parking. Despite Coombe Cellars huge car park being nearly empty, the Pig has not got his chariot squarely into a parking bay so he has a second go to make good his parking within the white lines. Hence the first DD to the Pig with Mouldy leading the DD song.

 

The second DD must go to the Hare. Not only did Ollie lay an excellent trail, he also drove down all the way from Telford just to lay it for us! Mouldy comes up with the Grand old Duke of York.

There are no other awards present so it is story time.

 

Initially, it appears that there are no stories until Slip-on-Me tells a story of a dog lover who was going to get Boo a treat from the bar. However, upon being told that doggy treats currently trade at £2.50 a nibble she thought to herself, "Sod the dog". So who was our mean spirited would-be dog lover? Triple Jump opts for a glass of water to wash down her shame accompanied by, "she's the meanest".

Next it is the returnees time to get a DD foe...er...well...returning. Mouldy take a beer whilst Alexis selects a water, "Here's to the returnees...."

 

There was a story about Smellie attempting to get senior citizen discount at the bar...unsuccessfully. But all the beer has gone and she had 2 DD's last week so she'll have to wait till next week.

It is also worth mentioning that Swinger's son, Devin, has yet to be named despite having done 14 runs. Thinking caps on please for next week.

 

Next week

Next week's Hash is from Only Here for the Beer's (OHFB) pad at Maddicombe Farm, Maddicombe Road, Kingskerswell. The Hares are OHFB and Shitfaced. Bring cash for beer and food - burgers and sausages. Please post on Facebook if you'd like a veggie option and OHFB will sort something out for you, albeit, that may be hay for the horse!

On-On to next week, MP

TVH THE WORDS Run #2147

CIRCLE UP: Manaton Church car park

ON DOWN: Kestor Inn, Manaton

HARE: A scantily clad Beefy

 

Oh dear – yet again I’m guilty of tardiness with the words! My apologies to Beefy who laid such a great trail. In my haste to write them now (during my work lunch break!), I will no doubt struggle to do it the justice it deserves!

 

WHO WOZ THERE: x5 Ashburton Hashers (sorry I didn't catch any of their names), Pisswell, Forest, Piltdown, Georgy, Swinger, Devin, Billy, RtD, Man Pig, Psycho, Melon Picker, Beeflicker, AA, Slip On Me, Wet Jonny, Beeflicker, Deep Semen, Archangel, Smellie (although not in the Circle)

 

CIRCLE UP: We all headed, as we were told in the circle the week before, through a little green gate opposite the car park. Inside was the prettiest little cottage garden, and a beautiful old thatched cottage. By far the most 'commanding' view though was the hare in a bath! While Swinger and I debated whether he had anything on under all those bubbles, he told us a bit about the trail.

The walkers had two routes – one avoiding the inevitable long climbs that a hash from Manton would be famous for. There was also a long and a short.

 

THE TRAIL: The walkers and shorts headed out through the gate to the right, and the longs were directed left. We followed for about half a mile on a single track lane before reaching a back check. The last mark took us over a style and through a field and footpath back to the church, where we started. I think we then picked up the shorts, and headed north in the direction of Moretonhampstead. 

 

Plenty of woodland and serious climbs awaited, before a long descent to the River Bovey. I was grateful to have Psycho for company, where we discussed many varied topics including owls and camelbaks! Man Pig was just ahead of us and must have been suffering from a spot of earache!

 

When we reached the river, we had a series of boulders to negotiate in order to cross. Psycho being a climber gracefully leapt from one to the next. I made a bit of a meal out of getting across, which led of to our next subject of conversation – balance.

 

Our chatter had to pause though (Man Pig was probably most grateful), as the punishing climb up through the woods got steeper and steeper. At the top, there was a bit of respite before upwards again.

I was just starting to wonder if we’d missed Beefy’s “stop of sorts” he’d referred to at the circle when low and behold, there he was! Not in a bath this time, but in a dressing gown and slippers with a box of delicious homemade apple and blackberry pies. The beautiful little creations even had a hash footprint baked on to the top! Very impressive and just what we needed after that brutal climb (although Pisswell was disappointed not to have a water as well).

 

As we pushed on again, more uphill and Psycho and I had a new topic to discuss – how did Beefy get his car to the pie stop, when the track was so steep and so narrow? (I never got the answer to this!)

Beefy said it wasn’t far back to our cars, and he wasn’t wrong. Before we knew it we were there. Swinger, opting for the short with her two boys, had already left for the pub, so Psycho kindly offered me a lift there, saving me having to do an extra half a mile.

 

At the OD, other than Beeflicker (and the Ash Hashers who took their kids home) none of the longs followed us there for a long time. Turns out Smellie was MIA and there was a search party out to find her.

 

We stayed for a drink but then had to go as Swinger’s children had school the next day. So I didn’t see any of the DDs. Perhaps someone could update this post with those please?

All in all, a thoroughly enjoyable trail, thank you Beefy. And I’m very sorry once again for my rushed account of it.

 

On, on to… tonight!

 

Well Hopped

 Awaiting words.