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.

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"Finding time to write the words"

  September 4th:
Bridford Inn, Bridford,
Deep Semen & No.69

Not sure this is how these Words were meant to be laid out, but here we go-Ed:

 Whilst scraping off the wallpaper, phone ringing all the time,                                                                     Juggling calls and steam machine, I try and write some rhyme.                                                        Hashers phone with problems and want answers to their tex                                                                     Just as pen hits paper, bloody Vodafone ring next!                                                                              Women can do two things at once, but three is just a curse,                                                                       I’ll have to put my scraper down to get on with my verse.                                                                              So sitting on the Hoover, I thought of last night’s run,                                                                               with bare floorboards as company, it has to be more fun!
My pet sit dog called Basil was bundled in the car                                                                                            a Labrador’s a bit of a squeeze, good job it wasn’t far.                                                                                   Melon Picker in the front, no time to dilly dally,                                                                                            the trail was laid from Bridford, in the picturesque Teign Valley.                                                                   A lovely warm dry evening, 30 hashers met at pub,                                                                                        Piltdown asked a question and we gave orders for our grub.                                                                             69 and Deep Seaman were the hares who laid the trail…                                                                                  in flour, and they promised that “to follow you cannot fail”!
Well, off we set from car park, Longs immediately turned right,                                                                  they looped the loop and that was, the last we saw of them all night.                                                                   They were supposed to follow Shorts and cut up lane by church,                                                               we hunted high and hunted low for flour had to search.                                                                           Along the boardwalk, through the woods and up the hill to gate,                                                                it started getting dimpsy, so no chance for those guys late!                                                                           At the top sat grinning was Deep Seaman on his bike,                                                                                        a check on four way junction, but each road looked alike!                                                                              I tried the way I thought was right, but two blobs then a cross,                                                                     I returned to others waiting, who were totally at a loss.                                                                                         At last we found the way to go, along a country lane,                                                                                 some Longs caught up but Archangel - unfortunately did abstain.                                                             We found a public footpath sign, hidden in the hedge                                                                                 then followed it to farmyard where we skirted round the edge.                                                                Up a track and through a gate, a meadow of sheep revealed                                                                   then we startled frisky ponies who charged across their field.
At last we reached the sweetie stop complete with stunning view,                                                                I stuck my hand into the bag and cheekily took a few.                                                                                      “We cannot stop and chat for long, it’s getting dark” I sighed,                                                                          we kept the view upon our left and followed close behind Wide.
It wasn’t long before we caught the walkers going steady                                                                               struggling in the fading light with torches at the ready.                                                                               The last half mile was mostly road so shouldn’t take too long…                                                                                       to run back to the pub for those who didn’t get it wrong!



We changed our clothes and pulled our pints, (well - the Landlordid)                                                     then ate our food and chatted, before down downs were awardid.  (yes I know I’ve spelt these two words wrong)                                                         Slip-on-Me awarded shirt with reason quite confounded,                                                                               but unable to convince us all the stinking shirt rebounded!                                                                            Piddler got 400 run badge, a sew-on duck embossed,                                                                               Archangel had his down down, of course for getting lost!                                                                               Poor 69’s life saving skills confused with shagging sheep                                                                            downed his drink in one swallow - a skill he must upkeep.
I think we thanked the landlord, I know we thanked the hares…                                                              now we must thank the man above who answered all our prayers,                                                              for providing a dry evening to enjoy our native land.                                                                                         now I must get back to stripping walls with steamer now in hand.                                                             

                                                                           
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