Deja vu....the Kings Arms at Kingsteignton Monday 1st January.
The first hash of a new year for TVH and, being a few hours after the New Year's festivities, meant that hashers would be thin on the ground. And so it came to pass that a dozen devotees made the circle in the tiny car park of the Kings Arms at Kingsteignton.
Carve their names with pride: Piltdown Man, Georgy P Orgy, Man Pig, Wigwam, Mrs S, Fallen Woman, Broken Man, SMellie, Wide Receiver, Rambo & Doris plus Bluebird.
The tiny assemblage gathered for the 'I was there' photo taken by Rambo before reassuring welcome words from Piltdown. Wide Receiver gave the pep talk and off we went, brave pioneers of a new year.
Hard a port from the car park passage and up past the Bell 'til the check opposite the Dewdrop Inn where a certain hasher - pre-hash loosening up his Achilles (really guv) had failed to see the next on on . Wide waited as the contingent fanned out to check before dashing off left up Tarr's Avenue and the Christmas light laden wonders of upper Kingsteignton suburbia.
Up and ever upwards did the motley knot of hashers struggle, making headway as best they could. Man Pig to the fore and maintaining a running cadence; Broken Man - game as a pebble, resplendent in Santa hood and stick-assisted; Fallen Woman, she of the dainty running action; SMellie also maintaining a smooth gait though repeatedly glancing at a watch app (?); Doris 'never knowingly missing any adventure'; Rambo patiently biding his time until the shiggy that inevitably would come; the GM and Georgie + Mutley; Wigwam and Mrs S good to go in pub attire already and a strange ..hasher dragging his right leg and muttering self-directed abuse.
A bizarre sight indeed they made as Bluebird's repeated cries of 'It HAS to go right soon!' came to fruition as the bridge crossing the A380 materialised. Wigwam and Mrs S declared that they had seen enough and dropped back from whence they had come to the welcoming allure of the Kings Arms.
The fun begun (sic) shortly after as the welcome (for some) shiggy off road terrain beckoned. Madly did they prance and gadabout across the squelching sod to arrive at the Sweetie stop cum regroup. The eight survivors merrily munched marshmallows before resuming the adventure.
A trio of FRB's manifested itself at the (closed) Passage House Inn - Man Pig, SMellie and the ever-limping Bird. Thirty-seven deep puddles later they reached terrasquelchy and the stragglers were united and shepherded back to the happy haven of the pub - Wide bidding us adieu after ensuring all were accounted for.
Inside the Kings Arms, a family atmosphere prevailed with hashers sat together in the snug swapping olde tales of hashing. It was accepted that there would be no DD's but Man Pig and the Bird had already made plans to avoid a historical hiatus. Three halves of luvly Legend were purchased as we did not wish to further prevail upon the house's hospitality (platters of sandwiches and chips served up).
Man Pig RA'd and the video will show the nominees were: Bluebird (complaining he couldn't find the trail), Wigwam (not attired for hashing) and SMellie (wearing 'next to nothing' in gale force winds).
A lovely evening despite the numbers and thanks to all who made it so - especially the hare - who was always there to assist and direct over terrain I, for one have never seen.
ON ON to next week and Wigwam's trail from the Parker's Arms at Collaton St Mary,
Bluebird
The first hash of a new year for TVH and, being a few hours after the New Year's festivities, meant that hashers would be thin on the ground. And so it came to pass that a dozen devotees made the circle in the tiny car park of the Kings Arms at Kingsteignton.
Carve their names with pride: Piltdown Man, Georgy P Orgy, Man Pig, Wigwam, Mrs S, Fallen Woman, Broken Man, SMellie, Wide Receiver, Rambo & Doris plus Bluebird.
The tiny assemblage gathered for the 'I was there' photo taken by Rambo before reassuring welcome words from Piltdown. Wide Receiver gave the pep talk and off we went, brave pioneers of a new year.
Hard a port from the car park passage and up past the Bell 'til the check opposite the Dewdrop Inn where a certain hasher - pre-hash loosening up his Achilles (really guv) had failed to see the next on on . Wide waited as the contingent fanned out to check before dashing off left up Tarr's Avenue and the Christmas light laden wonders of upper Kingsteignton suburbia.
Up and ever upwards did the motley knot of hashers struggle, making headway as best they could. Man Pig to the fore and maintaining a running cadence; Broken Man - game as a pebble, resplendent in Santa hood and stick-assisted; Fallen Woman, she of the dainty running action; SMellie also maintaining a smooth gait though repeatedly glancing at a watch app (?); Doris 'never knowingly missing any adventure'; Rambo patiently biding his time until the shiggy that inevitably would come; the GM and Georgie + Mutley; Wigwam and Mrs S good to go in pub attire already and a strange ..hasher dragging his right leg and muttering self-directed abuse.
A bizarre sight indeed they made as Bluebird's repeated cries of 'It HAS to go right soon!' came to fruition as the bridge crossing the A380 materialised. Wigwam and Mrs S declared that they had seen enough and dropped back from whence they had come to the welcoming allure of the Kings Arms.
The fun begun (sic) shortly after as the welcome (for some) shiggy off road terrain beckoned. Madly did they prance and gadabout across the squelching sod to arrive at the Sweetie stop cum regroup. The eight survivors merrily munched marshmallows before resuming the adventure.
A trio of FRB's manifested itself at the (closed) Passage House Inn - Man Pig, SMellie and the ever-limping Bird. Thirty-seven deep puddles later they reached terrasquelchy and the stragglers were united and shepherded back to the happy haven of the pub - Wide bidding us adieu after ensuring all were accounted for.
Inside the Kings Arms, a family atmosphere prevailed with hashers sat together in the snug swapping olde tales of hashing. It was accepted that there would be no DD's but Man Pig and the Bird had already made plans to avoid a historical hiatus. Three halves of luvly Legend were purchased as we did not wish to further prevail upon the house's hospitality (platters of sandwiches and chips served up).
Man Pig RA'd and the video will show the nominees were: Bluebird (complaining he couldn't find the trail), Wigwam (not attired for hashing) and SMellie (wearing 'next to nothing' in gale force winds).
A lovely evening despite the numbers and thanks to all who made it so - especially the hare - who was always there to assist and direct over terrain I, for one have never seen.
ON ON to next week and Wigwam's trail from the Parker's Arms at Collaton St Mary,
Bluebird
