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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NOUGHTS & CROSSES GAME AND RED L.E.D NED LED THEM HOME

Run #1847 Monday 5th October from Ipplepen FC with hares Wet Johnny and Erection

Court was held once more out in the far-flung but welcoming kingdom of the Penners, those Heroes of Ipplepen.
 
Dread Draco continued to terrorize and the checklist of edicts grows. But where there's a will, there is Shirley a way and the Penners' Party would not be thwarted.
 
Great were the preparations that had taken place to engineer the evening's entertainment and every last detail of the operation had been duly scrutinized by Captain W Johnny to ensure smooth sailing. Why, even a batch of Forrest's finest flour concoction* had been imported, complete with deluxe packaging.**
 
Thus was the stage set and merely the players required to put the play in motion, Oh Dearly Get your Popcorn and Take Your Seats...
 
THE PLAYERS
Even more tricky than usual as the Bird brain was not concentrating on the task Shirley. But never mind, arm-ed with a prompt vid clip from Beefy, the roll herewith with advance apologies to any omitted:
GM Shitfaced, Piltdown, Georgy, Teapot - yes, back again, SatNav, 3Sum, Beefy, BroadS, Fukarwi, SM Ellie, Popeye, Wigwam, Gaga4It, Forrest 'n' Muttley but no Wood Lend - studying, Penners five: Wet Johnny, Erection, Ravi, Roxanne and young Harry, Manpig, BB, Big End and NED, Well Hopped, Coldtits, Archangel - on time, I-Poo'd, T Humper, Getting Wet, Jane, Screwed, Strap-On - gotcha this week and flying FRB Artful Dogger.
 
A grey day, full of foreboding and I must shamefully admit that I even considered giving it a miss, Oh Shirley sacrilege.
 
Forrest and the Bird were first to arrive and shortly after, Captain Johnny appeared, having just finished the trail.
 
Shadowy figures emerged from their chariots and a bewildering array of head torches strobed the autumn evening air. Ahh, the thrill of the impending trail and the accompanying adrenaline rush, it's Shirley showtime hashers!
 
Captain Johnny briefed his cohorts and confidence was high. Two long short splits, a walkabout roundabout a mile and a half, a short of maybe three baby and the main dish, the lordly long, estimated at just short of six miles.
 
And that was that - and with a battle cry of 'Vamanos muchachos, vaya con dios', what a glorious sight the covid adjusted cavalcade made as they precipitated out into the Ipplepen bocage.
 
They made all of seventy five yards before the first 'make your minds up' check. Fukarwi thought he was on a winner and headed for the village (never to be sighted again) though the snorting cavalry pawed the ground impatiently, awaiting news from the other scouts.
 
ON ON was called straight on towards the main road, but whoa! your steeds as another check halted the impending charge yet again, merely a hundred yards up yon lane.
 
The Bird thought he had seen this game before and veered sharply to port up a narrow track. There were unfortunately two factors that conspired against the road running loony tune - a palpably inadequate head torch and an inability to see beyond two feet...sigh
 
With a drumming of petulant hooves they waited back at the check as the returning Idiot announced: 'Nothing up here, nary a blob...' Along came hare Erection to witness the debacle. Not a word did he utter, but merely pointed solemnly up whence the Bird had come...Oh dear, whatamistakatomaka..
Harsh words were uttered (by the Bird) and various jocular insults cast and, finally, the hash was underway, Oh Dearly Hash Hiatus.
 
Spearheading the action, Archangel led the pack north towards Abbotskerswell. Overtaking in the confines of a three foot wide muddy path was problematic, though hashers were hardly dawdling, were you Strap-On and BroadS? It was quite hectic early stages as excited hash hounds dashed back and forth and Forrest very nimbly hurdled one such hound - could have been nasty..
 
The A381 was timely as the FRBs - Artful, Beefy, Big End and Ned - were just getting a head of steam up and were about to slip the field.
 
Beefy admitted playing the noughts and crosses game and impressive were his first few checks: O X O X O X which resulted in him travelling a good half mile farther than the majority of longs.
 
The last of Beefy's hat trick of X's was at the Two Mile Oak and even the Bird thought he was good to go until the head torch wavered and return-ed.
 
Popeye and Well Hopped had been on a good run of checks but Popeye finally chose a wrong 'un and the pack shredded apart. Ultimately, there were four hashers and the red l.e.d collared Ned left at the head of proceedings.
 
Adequate seemed the Bird light until Big End's searchlight strength beam made it seem as luminous as a hospital ward night light. Big End said what the Bird had been thinking: 'You're going to need a better head torch!'
 
But never mind, the virgin trail, hitherto unseen and untrodden, alluringly beckoned the twelve legged party onwards until Artful paused with a turbo assist problem.
 
On and on through plantation and copse, highway, lane and track coursed the three hashers with red l.e.d Ned showing them how it was to be done.
 
Turning for home up Moor road and a chance to singalong with me:
 
𝑾𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒖𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒏*** 𝒐𝒇 𝑮𝒐𝒅
𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒅
𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎, 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈
𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒆
𝑾𝒆'𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒃
𝑾𝒆'𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒋𝒐𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒌 '𝒏' 𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅
𝑾𝒆'𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒑 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅
𝑾𝒆'𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒂𝒏' 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆
𝑾𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒖𝒔𝒕
𝑾𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏
𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒆'𝒗𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒔
𝑩𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒃 𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒏..
No? You're very hard to please out there.
 
Archangel and Screwed teamed up to get round the pretty testing long with an extra bit tagged on to collect recovering from injury Bella for the final stages of the trail.
 
BroadS finished with arms raised aloft in triumph but with puzzling news of Manpig. They had run together for part of the long but had somehow been separated at some point - as for Fukarwi, he also strangely disappeared into the Twilight Zone of lost hashers.
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I could not stay to enjoy the footie club hospitality or even a beer or two, but am assured that a great time was had by all individuals who dropped by post hash.
Many thanks WJ and Erection for an exacting and well-marked trail. Glad I made it!
 
POSTSCRIPT
Just outside the club entrance, as I was driving back, SM Ellie appeared. She had run the long (as expected) and though on her Trail of the Lonesome Pine, she was a happy hasher and had her own adventure out there.
 
*Sawdust you fools
**Forrest's battered and torn rucksack
***Coldtits and Gaga4It of course
 
𝗢𝗡 𝗢𝗡 always in hope to next Monday 12th October from Lawns End Park, Bishopsteignton, Teignmouth TQ14 9PJ with hare Coldtits. Details to follow.

HASH SUBS

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NEW MISMANAGEMENT & CONTACT TELS.

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Song Master Pork Torpedo
Social Sec T. Humper
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Life President Pottsie
Vice President K C sadly not with us

JESSE'S DD FROM THE TALLY HO!

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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