MONDAY'S DETAILS

Run #2138 Monday 20th July Circle up 7:15 pm just out of Holne on the Venford reservoir road. what3words: sunbeam.revival.troll with hare Pisswell.

Down downs at The Forrest Inn, Hexworthy, Princetown, Yelverton PL20 6SD. IMPORTANT: Please bring cash for donations for food.

TVH3 The Words for 13th July 2026 - The Drum inn, Cockington - Run No. 2137 featuring an unscheduled Wet T-Shirt competition & the spaghetti western The Pub with No Beer

HARE: Beefy

Who wuz there: Beefy, Pocket Rocket, Man-Pig, Pisswell, Beeflicker, Piltdown Man, Georgy Porgy & grand daughter Monica, Archangel, Coldtits, Warmfront, Psycho, Miss'ing, Roger the Dodger, Big End and friend/relative? (not a virgin, been once before but I'm afraid that I did not get his name), Well Hopped, Melon Picker, Strap-On, Strap Dancer, Ernie, Wet Johnny, Manopause, Bobbiball, Wetfart and non-running returnees, Teapot, Mouldy Dick and Wick Dipper
Circle

Briefings at this evening's circle were just that - brief. It was announced that registration is now open for next year's Nash hash which is being hosted by the combined Devon Hashes. It will take place over the August Bank holiday 2027 and is being hosted at Blundell's school, Tiverton. it appeared that a number of TVH'ers had already registered....fantastic. If you are interested check-out the following website http://www.nashhashuk.run UK hashers get a week's head start on international hashers as registration is exclusively open to UK hashers up until 20 July when registration extends internationally.

Nash Hash plug completed Manopause volunteered Man-Pig to do The Words before he had a chance to get a word out. So, over to the Hare.
Beefy advised that there were three trails. The Longs would be about 5.5 miles. The Walkers was an out & back to the beach at circa 2 miles leaving the shorts somewhere in between. There were 4 Long/Short splits and a refreshment stop, of sorts, near the beach....bring a towel.

Trail


Well, Beefy gave us a beautiful trail with more twists and turns than an Agatha Christie novel. I am fairly familiar with the trails around Cockington Court but even I was flummoxed by some of the topography.
The trail commenced northwards up Cockington Lane and the first Long/Short split. The Longs went Long and the Shorts went Short and Man-Pig did both. Whether this was due to deafness, blindness or both - nobody knows & nobody cares, save a candidate for a DD later on.
The Shorts went up an ancient tree lined track that, despite being almost mid summer, was quite dark in places. The first check had us down a narrow track for a short way before another check took us through an orchard (virgin territory) and back onto the original track only to find a cross. A few steps back and we squeezed through the narrowest of gaps in a dry stone wall to arrive at a "S". but no "L'. Apparently Big End and Strap-On had been shouting to the Pig that he was on the Shorts. And so began the game of snakes and ladders as the Pig backtracked to the start of the Long.
The Long took us a little further up Cockington Lane and then left and up a track towards the fruit farm copse and then left again along a wooded up & down track left through a gate down across a meadow to emerge on the upper reaches of the track that the Shorts had taken. Surprise. Surprise. We were back at the narrow gap in the dry stone wall and rejoining the shorts trail. A lovely jaunt down, then up and left through open meadow interspersed with trees (oak I think). Across Totnes Road and a dogleg down to the Warren Barn and the second L/S split. Here I caught up with Psycho but I had heard the occasional call of "ON-ON" across the fields. This Long ran down a track parallel with the Totnes Road until turning right over a stile and down to the Gamekeeper's cottage where we caught up with Archangel and Coldtits at the edge of Manscombe Plantation.
We beared right and along the track parallel with a steam and back up to the Warren Barn. the trail skirted the western edge of the plantation before the trail took us into the plantation proper. It was just Psycho and I now following very good marks. the next check had us baffled. We ended up finding four false trails before finding the correct rout which was a little diagonal through an obvergrown field that took us back onto a major path at the south=east of the plantation. Down hill where Psycho opened up a lead before grinding to a halt....puzzled.
"What is a circle with a cross in it?"
"It is a backcheck dear lady".
We duly backchecked over a stone bridge and down some steps to the lane below. There was a strange sense that I've been here before. I think this was the early part of a Beefy trail about 7 years ago. On the lane below the bridge an orange line of chalk indicated we were on trail. Over a new timber slatted bridge over the stream that flows to Livermead beach. We were on the "Out & back" Walkers' trail and, sure enough, we encountered the Shorts and Walkers returning from the refreshment stop at the beach.
The sweetie stop was another surprise. Beefy has made flap jacks and cut them into isosceles triangles....but we HAD to pick them up by their point end. Why? All soon became clear as we held them up for Beefy to add a layer of confectionery cream topped with a Cadbury's flake. Voila! A 99 without the risk of melting....brilliant.
It was just like being at the movies. We took our "ice creams" and sat back to enjoy the wet T-shirt competition. It was high tide with a relatively stiff onshore breeze. The waves were crashing into and over the sea wall at times. The opportunity for a safe dip had been, well, washed away so to speak. this did not deter our intrepid Harriets, Strap-Dancer, Pisswell and Miss'ing from venturing forward to check just how big the waves were. Bigger than they thought as it turned out. As soon as they ventured onto the top of the steps on the other side of the sandstone sea wall a huge wave broke over them. They were all soaked! But which was the wettest?
We backtracked when we'd came and now it was time for the Down Downs.
Down-Downs
There was one, significant, fly in the ointment regarding the Down Downs. They had run out of cask beer; the Bass was gone...and would not be coming back on. Even worse, the next beer that was coming on was one of my favourites - Dark Star Hophead. However, it had just be laid down and wouldn't be available until tomorrow. the only beer remaining on tap was the lovely, but expensive, Neck Oil at £6.50/pint....and so that it what we were obliged to undertake the DD's with.
Outside the pub it was excellent to see Teapot back again along with Wickdipper and Mouldy Dick. A lovely way in which to end an equally lovely run.
We started by thanking the Hare for an excellent trail with matching sweetie stop. But, who were this evening's culprits?
Melonpicker has the Hashshit shirt to award. There was some talk as whether or not to award it to Beefy for promoting a swim stop during a high tide and south easterly breeze. However, and despite stiff competition, the first DD went to Strap-Dancer for winning the impromptu Wet T-shirt competition....a shirt that she was promptly banned from wearing in the car on the way home on health & safety grounds.
Next up is Strap-On himself. He has the Jester's hat. He is on the Shorts and running with Big End. However, Big End had a recurring issue as to whether or not a dot of flour was, in fact, a mark and, as a consequence, were they even on trail? An ecumenical discussion ensued as to whether the term "Doubting Thomas" had its origins in St Thomas Aquinas. The bunch of Heathens that comprised the pack had no idea but Beefy suggested that it was the Apostle Thomas who doubted that Christ was actually dead on the cross. Accordingly, a note for the "Apostle".
We are now bereft of awards but not stories. Ernie has a story about a farm animal and not just any farm animal. For this animal has a disability it would seem. It is both deaf and blind.....poor thing. It also has an addiction...an addiction for following blobs of flour - but these are not his to follow - are they Man-Pig? As the Pig had gayly snorted his way along the Shorts for the first half mile of the trail before returning to commence the Long. Mouldy Dick jumped into RA duty with, "This is your Down-Down song. It won't take very long".
The final half of mega expensive beer awaits. But whose lips will it fall upon. The RA asks what the pack would be doing if they had other, more important, commitments on a Hash night. Perhaps it was someone's birthday, a christening, wedding or signifiant birthday; a birth or important hospital appointment perhaps? The RA then asks Piltdown man what day it is?
"It is the 13th of July".
"On what date did you get married?"
"13th July".
With that Georgie Porgy & Piltdown Man share the final DD whilst the rest of the pack book a room at the Drum and come back after after breakfast just in time to catch the end of the DD.
An expensive car park and a pub with no beer sandwiching an excellent trail with matching "ice cream" stop. A brilliant evening. Thank you Beefy.


Next week


Next week's Hash is from the Holne, Dartmoor. Our Hare is Pisswell. Bring money as donations for food and beer.
On-On to next week, MP

THE DRUM at Cockington

Run #2137 Monday 13th July Circle up 7:15 pm from The Drum Inn at Cockington, Torquay TQ2 6XA with Beefy. Local car parks charge until midnight (see photo). There is limited parking at the pub and out of the village centre. Owing to another group booking, Down-downs will be outside. In case of bad weather, Down-downs will still be outside. Whatever the weather, BRING A TOWEL.

The words 06/07/26 from The Star, Liverton by Warmfront

 

We circled up in the car park on a warm (hot!) sunny evening. There were some announcements, then over to the hare. Beeflicker had carefully planned a trail with the On Down at the Star, but the circle at Stover. Luckily he’d remembered just before he laid it that he’d forgotten to mention the Stover part to everyone, so hastily replanned. It’s just as well we didn’t all have to run to Stover first as it was already a generously-proportioned outing.

 

The pack set off up the road, through a housing estate and then out to the west of Liverton. Pisswell and Psycho stopped for some roadside clothes shopping before realising they’d forgotten their purses. We carried on down a grassy footpath, then into the back of Old Liverton past an impressive chimney. The front of the pack were nattering so we missed an obvious flour arrow leading us up a green lane….or was it laid after we passed it? The jury is out. Up and up Tipleyhill, then I think this is where the walkers left us to return back down again.

 

Beefy and I forged ahead, down to Liverton Brook, then a long steep climb towards Ilsington. We scampered back down through the woods, leaping over fallen trees, a bit more road, then some virgin territory for me; Kate’s path. As we climbed back up through the fields we turned around to see Haytor silhouetted by the setting sun. Surely we must be heading back towards Liverton by now? I hadn’t packed my torch! I stopped to brush a tick off that was crawling up my leg. We passed some stripy Galloways, then climbed back up Tipleyhill. Through some paddocks, then into Great Plantation woods.

We were on the home straight and then the trail led us into a deep moat. I looked around for the ladder but none was to be found. Somehow, with tired legs we hauled ourselves out and crawled the last few hundred metres to the pub.

 

Most hashers were already gathered in the beer garden and once everyone was safely back the downdowns were awarded to Beeflicker for an excellent trail, Strap Dancer for baby clothes shopping, Flowery Twats for following Smellie into a bush, Smellie for high altitude escapades, and Beefy for a PDA.

 

Thank you Beeflicker for a great trail, we certainly got a run for our money!

On on to next week with Beefy from Cockington. BRING A TOWEL!

THE STAR AT LIVERTON

Run #2136 Monday 6th July Circle up 7:15 pm from The Star at Liverton, Liverton, Newton Abbot TQ12 6EZ with Beeflicker. Hash fare details to follow.

 

TVH the WORDS #2135 Dawlish Warren CP by Palmolive

We met at Dawlish warren carpark for run #2135 courtesy of Pollyfella.

 

I was running a bit late but luckily the circle was still putting the world to rights, or should I say beer to rights! Unanimous votes re down downs and onto other business! 

 

A great turn out tonight, rough head count of 20 hashers- sorry you'll have to ask Piltdown for actual names and numbers!

 

Another reminder that Nash Hash August 2027 registration opens on 13th July, it will sell out so get in there quick.

 

A little miss calculation from Pollyfella, saying the route had to be altered as the sea wasnt playing ball and had washed some of the marks away, the high tide will do that! So, an emergency plan had been put into action to save us all from a swim hash.

 

Onon and we left the carpark, only to realise most had run up the road and the first mark was yet to be laid and it was on left. Baaaaaa! Springs to mind, ive had enough sheep in my day already! Of course, my dog wants a quick poo stop so almost tripped up a few hashers- sorry, but quickly bagged up and on we go, Soapy kindly swinging the bag until the next bin.

 

Through the car park and along the seas edge, the sea was infact high-Pollyfella was right. A friendly chap fishing said hello but not persuaded to join us, neither could a runner who was doing his own thing to be told he was going the wrong way and join us! To no avail, we didnt get any new members.

A train went past so of course I gleefully waved like I was in the railway children, only to realise the train was empty. Never mind.

 

OnOn to the view point, with a fun scramble up the sandy rugged bank. Great views from the top, tempted to hold the dog up like a scene from Lion King but thought better of it and hung on tight to her collar!

 

Once turning on our tails to return down the hill we were met by the walkers trying to get up, then a bit more of a traffic jam as a young hasher stopped to tie his shoes.

 

Carrying on along the sea front, lovely views and a cooling breeze with lots of seagulls! Through the sand dunes and onto the beach for a bit. Sadly, as I had the dog at the walkers/shorts split I couldn't go any further, so we retreated and continued on the walkers trail, nice still to enjoy the evening primrose flowers and grasses that looked like cute bunnies tails. As a nature reserve kept my eye out for birds and bugs, does the lesser spotted Bobby Ball count?!

 

Once nearly back all my running had made me hungry so decided to stop for fish and chips seeing as the others were still on trail. So took these to eat hidden against a beach hut with the dog and Soapy fending of the hungry seagulls! I did laugh as we were heading back to see the exhausted hashers making their way back when I was full of chips! I did get my Merlin bird App out on the way back as the restaurants were playing bird noise, turns out it was kestrel sounds, im guessing to scare off the seagulls-it clearly doesnt work. Its a great App and free to download, I encourage you to do it.

 

Back to the car and for me I was heading off, but from looking at the photos many went to the pub and down downs awarded to of course the hare Pollyfella for a great trail- we wont mention the tides!

Archangel for, im not sure what, was he frolicking in the sand dunes?!Never let facts get in the way of a good story they say.

 

Bobbyball the twitcher got one was he looking for Boobies?!

 

Beeflicker for picking flowers for Harriets, and lastly

Melon Picker for missing the turning on the way to the hash and going the scenic route given the hash shit shirt.

 

Thanks everyone for a nice evening. OnOn to Beeflickers trail next week. 

 

OnOn Palmolive.

A TRIP TO THE SANDS

 

Run #2135 Monday 29th June Circle up 7:15 pm from Dawlish Warren Landward car park, Beach Road, Dawlish Warren, Dawlish EX7 0NF with Pollyfella. On Down Lee's Bar, Dawlish Warren.

Hello hashers, just a heads up that Lee’s Bar which is the OD on Monday 27th June does not do food.

However they are happy for us to eat take away food so long as it’s eaten on their out door terrace. There are 2 chippys within a minute walk of the bar!

Parking is free after 6 at the car park. We are having the circle at the car park on the right just before the tunnel (that goes under the railway) to the Warren.

Best wishes, Pollyfella

 

 

 

Run #2134 Monday 22nd June from the Royal Oak at Exminster

Well, finally the Werds appeared. 

 

Last Monday 22nd, it was almost my birthday, a mere 24 hrs late and i don't blame u all at all for that. We travelled far East, to the village of Exminster where a great gaggle gathered and BeeFlicker gave me a ribbon to wear, Best Poodle or something. There was the usual chatting about stuff, trail and the like, and a latecomer arrived, "i'm Speedy", i live here, and i also work in the pub. We all cheered. His name is on. 

 

Out and On to the Right, we trundled thrugh the peaceful village and admired all the lovely gardens and the historic Mental Asylum residential conversions, voting each other in and out of need of it. It was Hot, but as some of us are British we only muttered this quietly. We went round most Exminster houses following a Super Trail, and found a Latin inscribed church coffin rest bench, i taught Forrest how to read this, and he accidentally changed this story later to give me a downdown. 

 

We galloped on and learned new plants, i lost most hashers but managed to catch MissInn under the motorway bridge to tell her all about the climbers who climbed the 4" crack along its length, upside down like spiders on its ceiling. We lapped up the estuary, and bounced on the Topsham ferry bridge, then Pisswell "never minded" the [rowdy] Bullocks like the country gal she is, we ran directly to the Pub and muttered delightedly about the Heat at 9pm. 

 

Then the really smiley barmaid brought out a cake for some old codger, and it turned out i was much older than i realised, but managed to blow out the candles before my rapid beer. Speedy received a downdown from Warmfront, and drank a bit before choosing to wear most of it. I got one for teaching Forrest Latin. As did the Hare, cos his trail was Smashing (as always). Lovely to drive east for a change, always nice to go new places. 

 

Thanks for sharing a tasty birthday cake, u are all such a lovely [mad] bunch Psycho, age 80ish.

Oh and Forrest got his own downdown, i think for eating a children's toy, and whilst forgetting which limbs he has/hasn't got. If i remember correctly, which I certainly do.

 

Psycho x

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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.