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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HORNIE HITS 500, FIVE DEER A DASHING & AN OAP NEARLY MUGGED OUTSIDE THE PUB

Run #1810 Monday 2nd September from the Cridford Inn with Forrest

I contrived to get to the circle at the death and have assembled those present courtesy of Beefy's vid scan:

GM Shitfaced, Winfield, Teapot, Wetfart, Soapy & Melon Picker, Piltdown & Georgy, Pork Torpedo & Hornie, Pan Fart & Bush Baby (welcome back), U Bend, Archangel, Poacher (right pub tonight), Forrest, Bobby mit Panzer & Wigwam, Flasher, Runner Bean, Plonker, Ollie, SatNav, 3Sum, Klingon, Beefy, Popeye (long time absent), Manpig, SM Ellie, Dan, Holly, Paraprick, Rambo & Doris, Gaga4it, Triple Jump, 69, Twin Buffers, Compo (or did my eyes deceive me?), Jackie, Nikki, BB, Deep Semen and a late arriving Fukarwi - 44 hashers all told.

The body grows weary and I was still sorely hobbling, hobbit wise. Arriving earlier than expected at 6:30pm, I found the Cridford's car park almost empty and for a moment thought I might have done a Poacher, oh Dearly Whatamistakatomaka..

I therefore set off on a little walk to try and ease my aching legs. Half an hour later (7 pm) I found myself in a field high above Trusham and unsure how to get back. A warning from a farm hand who, like everyone in these parts knew 'Colin' (Forrest you fools) informed me that the calving had taken place and to 'run like f***' if they came after you! Oh deary me, not a good start.
After ducking and diving under wire and over fencing and assisting U Bend to change places with Archangel's chariot outside in the road, I made the circle just as Forrest was being summoned and mightily warmed up I was now for the forthcoming Fray Bentos.

'Will we need head torches?' came a plaintive cry from the serried ranks to which the wizened and wise hare retorted bluntly: 'Yes!' Let's think about it post trail, a Forrest trail deep in darkest [sic] Trusham and a sunset time of about 8 pm... The flying FRBs, mob-handed tonight, decided to risk it and go as a biscuit**...

And off we jolly well went Winfield and like a cork out of a bottle, Poacher and Cider legged it down to the village and must have known something as he hardly paused at the first check before careering straight on. The FRBs would only sight him later - much later..

Flasher and Co. were in their element on the country and soon had a clear advantage over the rest of the longs. The wily hare tempted and teased with checks next to the river but eventually we climbed past the Manor pub and onto a welcome (for me anyway) stretch of road before the pièce de résistance of the trail - the great ascent to Pigeon Copse.

By now, the checks had done their job of slowing the advance guard down to enable the longs - and roving reporter Beefy from far back as is his wont - to come together. Soon to be named Ollie called us onto the climb and, oh boy, what a crackerjack it was. Turning a corner and there it unfolded to our jaw-dropping eyes - a veritable majestic, Guns of Navarone, concrete-clad climb to the copse.

Halfway up, I turned to see the ant-sized longs below. There was Beefy, Manpig, Dan and Holly - she can run a bit that hasherette*. An FRB tried to encourage Manpig, shouting: 'You're slacking!' and the conqueror of Sunday's Red Rock Mud Run duly responded. However, the hare hadn't finished with us yet and a cry from Flasher informed us of another test: 'There's a ruddy great puddle!' and a stretch of shoe-devouring mud called us to its clammy embrace.

Onto the tarmac and there was Forrest with the good news - 'Only two miles to go unless you want to cut short...' The gladiators sniffed disdainfully and legged it down the lane. Popeye (welcome back son) had appeared from nowhere and was duking it out with Dan, Holly and Manpig.

After about four miles of unbridled fun, the trail went cold on us. We searched in vain but after a few minutes and in the fast fading light, we backtracked and found salvation, hurdling the electrified wire breaks, fleeing for the Leg End and the bar.
Magical indeed was the sight of five deer a dashing across the meadow in the twilight in front of Manpig and me in the closing stages of another great trail by Forrest.

There was a nasty incident a hundred yards from the Cridford Inn when two figures appeared out of the darkness and tried to mug an unsuspecting OAP. Fortunately, he just made it to the safety of the crowded car park and the assailants were thwarted in their dastardly deed.***

Back at the Cridford and wild stories were circulating. SM Ellie had heard that the long was TEN miles and she was glad she hadn't done that; Winfield had somehow got caught up with the longs and had been carried away with them; U Bend had barely escaped with his life after being menaced by a herd of wild steers out in cowboy country and there was a vicious rumour circulating that 69 had cadged a lift with G-string somewhere out on the trail - Shirley a case of mistaken identity. Oh deary me, what a palaver.

Highlights of the awards out on the terrace (last throw of summer?) were Hornie's 500 run badge (love and kisses) and an inspired naming of young Ollie by Pork Torpedo. It was Ollie's first day at work and the Artful Dogger hash handle was a classic to live with him forever.
* A newly coined term for a harriet inspired by our Grand Master at the downdowns.

** There was a young man from Bengal who went to a fancy dress ball, He decided to risk it and went as a biscuit but a dog ate him up in the hall - No? Well please....
*** Your timing was spot on Fukarwi and Deep Semen - if I hadn't heard you chatting, you'd have had me!

WINFIELD'S WISDOM & AWARDS
Some memories on our Trail 1810 from The Cridford Inn Trusham with Hare Forrest Stump.
This was meant to be a Birthday Trail with both Hares, but in the end it was just Forrest who laid a testing trail, up across the scenic countryside, with hills, riverside, woodland and of course mud! which I remembered well as I washed off my trainers this morning. A great run where I even found myself back enjoying the Long! Excellent beers and spaghetti bolognaise awaited us at the pub. There was plenty of mud, but also great views before darkness descended Well done Forrest for another great trail!

The Awards were presented to the following offenders :-
Oliver now for ever to be known as Artful Dogger
U-Bend who was scared of the cows!
Hornie who at last received her 500Runs badge.
3Sum. for causing a draught with her new eyelashes!
Bobbiball who got wet to claim a free pint at the Mud Run
To Forrest and Poacher a joint Birthday DD, but not for helping Forrest.

On-On to next week at The Park Inn Kingskerswell (TQ12 5BQ) A Birthday Hash for T.Humper.
Remember to bring torches!

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HASH SUBS

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EXPLANATION OF ARCHIVE TVH3 SITES

GREATHASHGOD: A dedicated site (presently mothballed and serves as archive content only) with all TVH3 content. Mostly photos from each Monday's hash but also some video clips. Named after our Life President Pottsie.

PRECONDEROTOUS: Containing the entire archive of TVH3 of some 1000 vid clips and over 5000 posts and photos. Started on November 11th 2007, the site is active with Bluebird's personal content but the archive content is fascinating and preserved, well worth a look.

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