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.


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.

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.

Tuesday 14 November 2023


TVH3 The Words for 13th November 2023  
TUcker's Maltings Taphouse, Newton Abbot  
Run No. 1995

HARE: Archangel

Who wuz there: Archangel, Shitfaced, Man-Pig, Hotlips, Zoot, Beefy, Pisswell, Piltdown Man, Georgy Porgy, Smellie, Beeflicker, Squeaky Bum, Wet Johnny, Erection, Manopause, Fukarewe, Ernie, U-Bend, Tamsin, Well Hopped, Big End, Psycho, Ben (Psycho's partner), Warm Front, Slip-on-Me, Coldtits, Ablesemen, Wetfart, Strap-On, Strap Dancer, Forrest Stump, Woodland, an elderly chap who's run with us before & who had travelled by train to the Hash - sorry, I can't recall your name, Bobbiball & Threesum (the latter two pub only)


There was concern at the Circle. The Hare wasn't present. Was he still setting the trail? Was there a trail? Or, had he already laid the trail and enjoying a well deserved pint in the Taphouse? Soon our concerns were alaid as Arkangel strolled into the Circle.

Shitfaced's only announcement was that Threesum should have been there as she was selling tickets for the Christmas party and raffle tickets.

Smellie was desperate for a Hare for 27th November (which I understand has now been filled).

The Hare gave the briefest of descriptions of the trail:

"There is a Long & a Short. For the Walkers, follow the Shorts and, at the second Long/Short split, come back on yourselves".

"How long is the Shorts?", asked Piltdown Man.

The Hare was not forthcoming.

"There is a Longs and a Shorts", he repeats. What mystery lies before us?

But, before the off, an update on Teapot from Wetfart.

"There is no change. Still waiting for the results of tests". We all hope and pray for a diagnosis and treatment very soon.

The Trail

What on earth can I say about tonight's trail? It maybe best to paraphrase Black Adder: the Hare has devised a trail so cunning that you could put a mink stole on it and call it a weasel. And jolly weasily it was. So weasily in fact, that this was the first ever trail that I'd been on where I have gone wrong at least twice at every single check!

With the wisdom of having now completed the trail, in many respects it was quite a simple one. A canter down to Hackney Marshes and back.

The trail took us past the Taphouse and down to the canal and the first check. The trail then took us right towards the Brunel industrial estate but, before the estate, the first of the two Long-Short splits. The Longs turned right and up a short length of uneven track up to the corner of the industrial estate. 
Unknown to the Longs, the Shorts meanwhile carried on just around the corner and crossed over the new pedestrian bridge and onto the Newton Abbot to Kingsteignton cycle path behind the racecourse.

The Longs were lulled into a false sense of security as the marks were well laid. A combination of dots and arrows. In no time at all we we at the second check. This was at the footbridge that spans Aller Brook and the A380 and provides a shortcut to Buckland.
Beeflicker checked over the footbridge and found nothing. Beefy was returning from the estuary end of the footpath so I followed Tamsin, Warmfront and Psycho along the only other possibility - the footpath to The Penn Inn. Again, nothing. I was sure that the trail would have taken us over the footbridge. this would have us climbing up to Woodside Copse and then taking the path under the A380 and back towards whence we came. 
I rechecked over the footbridge and found nothing. Back at the check, the trail had now been called. We followed the footpath that runs along the western edge of Aller Brook up to the point at which it flows into the estuary. Here we came to another check and a dot on a wooden bench straight ahead. There is no path straight ahead so Tamsin and I took a right heading towards Coombe Cellars. 
A little knowledge is a dangerous thing and I was 100% convinced that the trail would take us in a clockwise loop under the A380. We got to the point at which a track passes under the A380 and into the edge of the Buckland estate. I was incredulous. Still nothing.

Backtracking towards the Brunel Industrial estate, Tamsin got a move on and that was the last I saw of her. I jogged slowly back to the check half expecting to find the befuddled pack still there. A sole Harriet was looking at the check. It was Smellie. Where on earth had everyone gone? The trail couldn't possibly go back into the industrial estate as we'd be back tracking over the outward trail. Hence I checked out the footpath that runs down the east side of Aller Brook.....nothing.....again! I returned to the check, and Smellie, empty handed. 
Almost conceding defeat, we took the steps down to the grassy patch of foreshore where the canal meets the estuary. This is a spot favoured by anglers. We still didn't find any marks. Time to return to the On-Down for an early beer.

It did cross my mind that it was just possible that we could be heading towards Hackney Marshes without backtracking, but only by a matter of yards. I looked up the canal to the new footbridge. I knew that we were a long way behind but not that far. I had expected to see Hashers' torches crossing the new bridge  - but nothing. 
We had lost the trail, so Smellie and I set off for an early pint when, lo and behold, an arrow. This appeared from the spot favoured by anglers and was directing us back into the industrial estate. More arrows and we were, indeed, back on track and heading towards Hackney Marshes.

Just over the new bridge, we came across the first of the walkers on the return trail. It was Ablesemen and Wetfart. Just behind them was Slip-on-Me. As we carried on along the cyclepath on the outward leg towards Kingsteignton, we encountered several other Hashers on the return leg; Wet-Johnny, Erection, Manopause, then Piltdown Man and Forrest Stump and, eventually, the Hare. Archangel simply told us to carry on towards Kingsteignton and then turn back.

There was still no sign of any of the FRB's on the return trail. Then we encountered a long but shallow puddle. It rather looked as though a lot of the Shorts and Walkers had turned back prematurely so as to avoid wet feet. Smellie was happy to continue so we carried on only to find that the arrows were now pointing towards us....obviously on the return trail. 
We carried on to the second and last Long/Short split. We turned down the opportunity to go Then short...perhaps a mistaka? Soon we were at a check. One of the options was to go down into the reeds. However, we were now on a flood tide, and the path through the reeds was under about 4 inches of water. I checked it out nonetheless.....nothing. 
Next we checked the path dead ahead of us.....nothing. The final option was over a wooden bridge, more of a raised duckboard really. Yes, a mark and we were back on trail....but now it had become a wet one. Several parts of this section of the trail were beginning to flood. Undaunted, we carried on. Just before reaching Greenhill Way we ran out of marks and we'd just waded through 6 inches of water.

I thought that we were on a flood tide and that the return trail would become even deeper. Hence, when reaching Greenhill Way with no marks, we decided to return to the On-Down by road. 
We'd just started our return when we came across an arrow. Back on trail again, we crossed Greenhill Way and followed the cycle track to the edge of Kingsteignton Church (St Gregory's I think). 
The obvious route for the trail would be through the graveyard but there were no marks. We skirted the edge of the churchyard and found a check outside the entrance to the churchyard at the end of Church Lane. It had not been kicked out and we did wonder if we might be the only ones on trail this far out.

We checked down Church Lane which is, in fact, a pretty footpath with a stream running along one edge. Near the entrance to the bowling club, we came across a mark. We were on trail, or so we thought. 
Arriving opposite the Bell Inn, the Pig checked dead ahead, then down to the main road and the Kings Arms and then uphill towards the upper part of Greenhill Way. I didn't bloody believe it....f**king nothing. The Hare's habit of not using any crosses to denote a false trail was giving us the run around big time. But, it wasn't cold. It wasn't raining. We weren't tired and it was only 8.30. In fact, the pair of us were quite enjoying our solitary duet in a funny kind of way.

Back at the last check we thought we'd better check out the only unchecked avenue remaining. Bugger me. Marks! Good marks too. Heading east along the northern end of the churchyard then left uphill and right onto Greenhill Lane. 
At Greenhill Way, an arrow had us going up Greenhill Way before another arrow had us crossing the road for the second time. I had a good idea where we were going - The Passage House. We'd better not be turning off and crossing the fields onto Combeshead Road because that would be a jolly long trail. Poor Smellie had no idea where she was. However, she did find time to photograph evidence of confusing marks....usually two arrows in the same spot pointing in opposite directions.

We were in good spirits. My only concern was that, if we were on a flood tide, how deep would the return trail be?

At the Passage House, we were back on good marks. Again, a combination of dots, arrows - and a dead swan. Amazingly, all was dry and the tide didn't look too high. We followed the trail under the railway bridge and back into Hackney Marshes. A huge arrow had us heading back towards Newton Abbot. Now Smellie knew exactly where she was as we passed the first set of contradictory marks that she'd photographed earlier.

A simple run had us back at the Taphouse at 8.55pm - and not too wet either.


The Hare had arranged for the Taphouse to open especially for us as they don't usually open on a Monday. Additionally, last week the Hare had put a notice up in the foyer. This advised that the pub was open to all on Monday and, if you wanted a bit of fun, bring a torch and trainers and join Teign Valley Hash for a trail. As it turned out, we had no surprise visitors. A shame. I think that they would have enjoyed it. 

Forrest Stump assumed RA duties for the evening. He commenced by thanking Chris (barman) and the pub for opening and providing an assortment of cider, beer and water for the Down-Downs.

The first beer went to the Hare for an excellent and, at times, befuddling trail.

For some reason, Forrest then decided to strip off, to the horror of all Harriets, and don the filthy Hashshit shirt. Then Bobbiball (the first of many choruses of Bobbiball, Bobbiball.....) got the shirt for turning up and not doing the run. This was because he could save himself the £1 run fee. Tightarse! Nightmaringly, Bobbi now stripped off too. I was surprised none of the Harriets fainted. No Bobbi - fainted, not swooned. For being so tight fisted he got the glass of water.

Piltdown Man had the Baby Bat Hat from last week. This he awarded to Woodlend. He had spent part of the evening assuming the role of a Deliveroo driver after having gone to Dominos for victuals.

The final beer. Where was this going to go? Hotlips stepped up. He praised the sterling work of the NHS especially during the covid crises. He was particularly congratulatory regarding their care and consideration for the elderly and especially those suffering from Reynard's disease - poor circulation in cold weather. This makes ones toes, fingers and the end on the penis turn white due to reduced blood flow. So it came as a pleasant surprise when one of our Harriets, who is also a nurse, came up to him and asked:

"How is your penis?"

Well done Psycho. You've only been back running with us for three weeks and you've succeeded in getting an almost unprecedented 3 awards in three weeks. You may well find yourself a candidate for Pillock of the Year! Appropriately, the Down-Down song was, "Hold it in your hand Mrs Murphy".

Finally, someone had a 100 run badge but who was it? It is the fastest woman on the Hash (and on the Grizzly). For a slightly built lady, Warmfront certainly had no problem in making a half pint of ale disappear sharpish!

Next week

Next week's Hash is in Abbotskerswell, with Hares Sugar Puff and Camel Toe. At the moment, we anticipate the On-Down being The Court Farm - watch this space for further details.

On-On to next week.


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It would be appreciated if those hashers that pay £1 a week when they attend rather than the £30 a year subscription could bring their one pound to the circle and pay Pisswell before the run. It is not much fun for her to chase hashers in the pub for payment. Many thanks for your cooperation. 🙂


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Previously unreleased clip - Vicky's naming from the Sea Trout