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.

THE REVENGE OF THE RABBIT WORRIER by Man-Pig

TVH3 Run No. 1887 25th October 2021

VENUE: Wick-Dipper and Mouldy Dick's Residence, Clennon Heights, Paignton
 
HARES: Wick-Dipper and Mouldy Dick
 
ROLL CALL: Mouldy Dick, Wick-Dipper, Francesca, Amy, Shit-Faced, Piltdown-Man, Georgy Porgy, Smellie, Strap-On, Triple Jump, Anne, Twisted Tart, Man-Pig, Ali, Able Seamen, Beefy, Pisswell, Pollyfella, Coldtits, Rambo, Erection, Manopause, Mini-Penners (3), Wet-Johnny, The Artful Dogger, Big-End (sans Ned), Well-Hopped, Swinger.
 
APOLOGIES: Bluebird (injured) and apologies for omitting the following from last week's roll call - Bobbiball, Wet Fart, Artful Dogger and the moaning Piddler.
 
THE CIRCLE
The venue had been advertised as the Wick Dipper/Mouldy Dick residence. BYOB but sausage and chips would be provided by the hosts....yummy. Although the temperature had dropped a little, it was still warm for the time of year. So it was that 31 souls descended (or should that be ascended?) upon Wicky and Mouldy's abode. One thing is for sure, we were all going to finish this trail with an uphill slog. It was good to see Twisted Tart again; only the second time in 10 years! I was also intrigued to see her new toy - a Ford Mustang SUV. "Five litre V8?", I enquired? "No. All electric" - that's progress I guess.
 
The Circle announcements comprised Shitfaced advising us that next week was going to be a fancy dress Halloween Hash, "Come dressed up!". 3Sum then confirmed that there would be a Christmas raffle this year with tickets at £1 a strip. The raffle would take place at the Kings Arms, Kingsteignton - the date eludes me....again. Over to Mouldy. "There was a long, short and a walkers' trail. The long would be circa 6 miles.....". How we laughed? Mouldy laying a six miler? Not on your Nelly. However, we would all be laughing on the other side of our faces by the end of the trail. Mouldy continued, "Shorts, 4 miles". More merriment and incredulity. "Walkers to be determined. Follow Wick Dipper". "The marks maybe a long way from the checks" (he wasn't kidding!). "If you see flour - you're ON". We took this to mean one dot and you're ON.
 
THE RUN
The trail did not take us straight down Clennon Rise. Instead it was across onto Osney Crescent. The first check had everyone bamboozled but Well-Hopped opted to check out the Osney Avenue cul-de-sac. Success. At the end of the cul-de-sac, there is a footpath that took us to Fisher Street and the first Long-Short split. The Longs went up Fisher Street before a check had us going down Elmsleigh Road and across the railway line. 
 
We continued down Sands Road and then onto Queens Road. Another check and the mini-Penners got us on trail, across Queens Park and on to the Apollo Cinema. Another check and left for a simple loop around Paignton Green. Well, not that simple. 
 
Nearly 15 minutes were spent checking hither and thither before Wet-Johnny decided, "It must be down the coast towards Roundham Head". As we passed Paignton Pier, we picked up the trail again, heading due south along the seafront and through the arch into Paignton Harbour. Around the harbour, onto Roundham Road and then left onto Cliff Road before dropping down for our zig-zag around Roundham Gardens. From here it was pretty much a reverse run of Mouldy's trail from 2 years ago. All along the seafront, past Goodrington Sands and Water World and up to the viewpoint above Three Beaches. Here another check had us on a path turning inland and exiting onto Dartmouth Road opposite Grange Road.
Turning left off Grange Road, we followed the trail due west on an uphill footpath towards Clennon Hill. We were on trail....but which trail? The next thing we see is Erection, Manopause and Small Erection coming towards us. Were they still on the Short? A U-turn for the Longs and a descent to where the Longs and Shorts merged. The descent was a tad slippery as we gingerly headed towards the Clennon Lakes and crossed Clennon Valley Park and picked up the trail again at Brentwood Drive.
This is where we simultaneously lost the trail. We could only check left or right. Wet-Johnny and Big End went left. Man-Pig and Polyfella went right.....for ages. It was not until we reached the junction with Penwill Way did we find another mark....only 600 yards between dots here! Mouldy was not joking when he said, "You might need to go a long way before you find a mark!". Down to Dartmouth Road and, at last, the "On Home" sign.
 
This was way longer than any of us had expected. The stoic Mini-Penners had stayed with us and put in a good pace. A fantastic effort by our young hashers. But not quite as fantastical as the Artful Dogger's recount of the trail. He had turned up late and ended up doing the entire trail on his own. However, we're not quite sure which trail he was following. Sometimes it was the Long; sometimes the Short and sometimes no trail at all. The trail on his Strava looked like someone had deposited a plate of spaghetti all over his iPhone. He must have clocked up 11 or 12 miles even though his, obviously malfunctioning, techno-gizmo had only recorded a paltry 7 miles!
 
A very good run, made all the better by the long distance between the marks......which kept hashers guessing.
 
THE DOWN-DOWNS
Back at the Wick-Dipper residence, Mouldy had erected a large tent in his back garden. This was the improvised On-Down, restaurant and pub for the evening. Although the run had been dry, the rain was just commencing as the last of the Longs were returning. Hence it was with some relief that we found ourselves under cover in a large, but nevertheless snug tent for the Down-Downs. 
 
As the rain started to increase in intensity. the floor of the tent began to get wet as hashers traipsed from car to tent, loo to tent, kitchen to tent, rabbit hutch to tent etc. I was, therefore, both delighted and surprised to observe Shitfaced dutifully mopping up the damp patches with an old rag. How thoughtful of him!
 
The first award was actually an award outstanding from a fortnight ago - the jester's hat. Beefy awarded it to Wet-Johnny for, as the Yank's say, "hitting on me". Apparently, Wet-Johnny had made the comment, "Hey. Looking good tonight Beefy!". Does your wife know about this Wet-Johnny?
 
Big-End had the horse's head hat to dish out. There was some story about an experienced hasher not being very good at checking. Despite covering 400 yards along the seafront at Paignton Green, this hasher had not found a mark and had turned back shouting "No marks". Had he persevered for another 5 yards he would have found five closely spaced dots. The error of his ways had been compounded by the fact that the Hare had told him where to go. Who on earth could be so stupid? Man-Pig did, indeed, look more and more sheepish as this sorry tale unfolded and was duly awarded a down-down for appalling checking.
 
It was Smellie's turn to name and shame as she had the third award of the night to allocate to some deserving soul. Well, I don't know how long Smellie had been back in the tent or how much she'd been drinking. The narrative regarding the award was all about erections. Big ones. Small ones. Canvas ones. She couldn't get enough of them! Ultimately it turned out to be a story about child exploitation. 
Seasoned Hasher, Erection (that's Big Erection) really couldn't be bothered doing the checks. However, just like Santa, he had a little helper - his son. Hence, on arriving at a check, Big Erection would send his son (Small Erection) checking for marks. A vote was taken on whether the down-down should go to the big or small erection with the Big Erection winning the vote......a vote for Ivor Biggun then.
 
Finally, Shitfaced had the Hashshit shirt to award. The soiled, damp rag that he held before the gaping crowd seemed peculiarly familiar. Why? It was the rag that he'd spent all evening wiping the tent floor with! What sin was so heinous that it deserved such an award? Once again the story reverted back a fortnight to the run from the Rugglestone. Apparently, one hasher had made a bit of a night of it. So much so that, when he got home, he only made it as far as the bathroom; never even seeing his bed till the following day. Which party animal could this be? None other than the Hare for that evening - Beefy. Well, Beefy wriggled and squirmed suggesting that the Hashshit shirt was big enough to fit over what he was already wearing. The crowd were having none of it. "Off. Off", they bayed. Reluctantly, Beefy donned the odorous, dank rag and sank his down-down.
 
There was one beer left but no awards. What to do? In time honoured tradition, Mouldy awarded himself the last down-down and made it disappear in pretty swift order.
 
Well done Wick-Dipper and Mouldy for your hospitality, the trail and the venue. It must have taken a fair old while to get that tent up. Let's hope that it dries up soon to allow you to take it down and pack it away dry.
 
Next week the venue is the Devon Arms, Teignmouth. It is a fancy dress Halloween run. Judging by the map gazing taking place in Mouldy's tent I'm guessing that our Hares will be Polyfella, Coldtits and Smellie. I am advised that the beer on tap is Gun Dog or Deckhand and that food can be got from the chippy and brought into the pub.
 
On-On to next week!
 
Post script: The Revenge of the Rabbit Worrier?
We had a bit of difficulty locating Wet-Johnny for the Down-Downs. He was the only one not in the tent. Apparently he was worrying the rabbits and, as his name suggests, getting wet. Read into that what you will?

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