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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Run #1854 Monday December 21st from Maidencombe beach CP with Bluebird und der Rottenfรผhrer Bobby Woll

๐‘บ๐’‘๐’†๐’„๐’Š๐’‚๐’ ๐’ˆ๐’–๐’†๐’”๐’• ๐’‰๐’‚๐’”๐’‰๐’†๐’“ ๐’‚๐’”๐’”๐’Š๐’”๐’•๐’‚๐’๐’„๐’† ๐’‡๐’“๐’๐’Ž ๐’๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’ˆ๐’š (๐‘ฎ๐’“๐’†๐’†๐’ ๐‘ด๐’‚๐’)
 
Grisled* veterans, hash heroes past, present and yet to come, stood stoically in a far flung chariot tether under steadily falling rain awaiting their fate. Some had travelled from afar, in faint hope of festive cheer in a plague ridden land of woe.
 
However, it did not look promising. In fact, to be brutally honest, the Bird thought he was staring disaster in the face. A Host of Golden Daffodils gilded obstacles awaited the duo on their Last Hurrah! hash. A sea of mud would Shirley be off-putting to a few and the weather looked pretty unappetizing - sustained drizzle, wind strength increasing and the threat of heavier outbreaks of rain. The only saving grace was that it was unseasonably mild at some 12 C.
 
Bulletins across the bay from Bobby became fractured and then suddenly ceased. Garbled last words from the Panzer ace: 'No oil, der Panzer is seizing up, try to get there later...'
 
Somewhere Over the Rainbow, Bluebird waited in his silver chariot. The plan, such as it was, had been put in place and now all that was required were the players - but would they appear...
 
They trickled [sic] into the car park and the fear of not making double figures was groundless. The Last Hurrah! roll call:
GM Shitfaced, Piltdown, Geogie, SM Ellie, Wet Johnny, Erection, Gianluca, Ben, Ollie, Beefy, Pisswell, Archangel, ManPig, Fukarwi, Bobby Woll, BB, Wide Receiver and Able.
B Roads Hit had more bad luck, succumbing to lurgy as did 69 up on the moor. Steph was working, Fallen Woman had a little emergency, Triple Jump and the mysterious Lady Jane demurred and Artful Dodger ran [sic] out of time.
 
The Penners came to the aid of the party, despatching a white chariot raiding party with Wet Johnny, Erection and three elves.
 
Bobby Woll slewed to a halt below the anti-tank barrier with black smoke pouring from the rear and the game was good to agogo.
 
The Grand Master, sporting his staff of Moses authority, greeted the mini pack, playing for time as we awaited Beefy and Pisswell who were Shirley en routey**.
 
He who should not be nam-ed was skulking - I mean sheltering under a tree and was summoned. The glad tidings gave little cheer. Three trails were on offer: Two miles for the walkers, three for the shorts and about three and a half for the longs. But fearing greatly for the demise of the walkers, both hares would escort same to their destination high up above the combe.
 
Hashers were reassured that they were safe from falling off the cliff trail into the sea and, with a silent prayer, they were released into the mud, drizzle and darkness.
 
The shorts and longs headed south towards Watcombe leaving a tiny band of walkers - the GM still recovering from a back injury and Able. Sherpa backpack laden, Bobby and the Bird provided escort and the pioneers fearlessly struck out northwards, en route to the famed 'Suit of Armour' viewpoint.
The climbs, though slow going, were safe. It was the descents that were the problem. Progress was painfully slow and as altitude was gained, we looked back, expecting to see the longs at any moment.
 
What we didn't realize was that some of the longs had (quite understandably as cat litter goes a nondescript grey when wet) gone off trail after entering the orchard and had lost time - fortunately for the hares.
 
With nigh on half an hour elapsed to cover three quarters of a mile, Plan B was initiated and the rallying cream liqueur and mince pie stop was brought back a valley and a hill.
 
Able had a slight disagreement with the final stile but was muddied, not bloodied and there below us were the brightly lit trio of cruise ships - our Three Wise Men bringing their gift of light.
 
The sealed cream liqueur was served up with Tesco's kitchen gloves - first to avail himself being the GM himself who had a generous double hit of the £3.89 a bottle brew*** HA!
 
Just as we began to fret, approaching lights at last were sighted and ManPig, Wet Johnny plus Ben and Gianluca preceded Beefy and Wide who had been further delayed by a Maidencombe beach detour - possibly hoping that the Bird had arranged a boat for a cruise ship tour... sigh.
 
And there were Piltdown and Georgie who had safely navigated the short unscathed and that was a great relief. Erection arrived with Olly, the tiniest hasher seen for many a year and he had never seen anything like it before, but was, like Gianluca and Ben, oozing enthusiasm. Future hashing material those three, mark my words.
 
Just one hasher missing - where was SM Ellie? No reports of her progress from other hashers as we kept looking for her head torch. The longs carried on and some shorts and walkers retreated to the crossroads, keeping high.
 
Erection alerted me that a light was climbing up to us but when I investigated, found it was from a cruise ship!
 
Finally spotted her and we shouted across the valley - was that you and did you hear me SM Ellie?
 
Down Steep Hill did we wend, our journey nigh on done and past the locked and barred Thatched Tavern to find that Ziggy (our brilliant Green Man) had a welcome fire pit ablaze. 
 
In wonder, hashers drew near, blinking in surprise. Shirley it could not be true? Why yes, an On Down of sorts and there was just enough Proper Job to go round for the 'spaced out' TVH.
 
Thanks Zigs, you were the Main Man and I owe you one.
 
Bobby Woll had to feed the Panzer more oil but got back home safely. Good boy Bobby!
 
Walking homewards, a happy hare was singing:
๐‘บ๐’๐’Ž๐’†๐’˜๐’‰๐’†๐’“๐’† ๐’๐’—๐’†๐’“ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’“๐’‚๐’Š๐’๐’ƒ๐’๐’˜
๐‘ฉ๐’๐’–๐’†๐’ƒ๐’Š๐’“๐’… ๐’‡๐’๐’Š๐’†๐’” ...
 
*archaic like me.
**Slightly late as checked the Labrador Bay CP first!
***O'Connor's Irish Country Cream 70cl £3.89 virtually the same taste as Baileys - go for it!
 
๐๐Ž๐’๐“๐’๐‚๐‘๐ˆ๐๐“
I must admit that I had been dreading the evening as in my mind, so many things could have gone Pete Tong. It was only after talking with Wiggy that I was confident of providing the little extras for the trail.
Thank you all for keeping the faith and coming out on such an inhospitable evening - every one of you made the evening special and ultimately successful.
 
๐Ž๐ ๐Ž๐ to next week and Wet Johnny's trail from Steamer Quay long stay car park at Totnes. Details/map to follow.
 
๐€ ๐•๐„๐‘๐˜ ๐‡๐€๐๐๐˜ ๐‚๐‡๐‘๐ˆ๐’๐“๐Œ๐€๐’ ๐“๐Ž ๐˜๐Ž๐” ๐€๐‹๐‹ and let's hope 2021 brings better tidings.

HASH SUBS

HASH SUBS £25 and for your assistance you can now use the BACS payment system to pay please.
Details as follows.... Hash Account number 69068186 Sort code 55-70-01 NOTE you must use your HASH NAME as a reference. Many thanks Three-Some & Satnav

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NEW MISMANAGEMENT & CONTACT TELS.

Grand Master Shitfaced mobile 07973 682201
Vice G M Winfield mobile 07855355338
On Sec Piltdown Man mobile 07773038756
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Social Sec T. Humper
Spider /Web Bluebird
Life President Pottsie
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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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