TVH3 The Words for 10th November 2025

Run #2102 The Royal British Legion, Newton Abbot

HARES: Beeflicker & Pocket Rocket

 

Who wuz there: Beeflicker (Hare), Pocket Rocket (Co-Hare), Man-Pig, Forrest-Stump, Beefy, Piltdown-Man, Georgy Porgy, Coldtits, Smellie, Strap-On, Strap-Dancer, Broadshit, Polyfella, Well Hopped, Pinball, Slip-on-Me, Miss'ing, Smash, Miss Mash, Wetfart, Ablesemen & Threesum (pub only)

A lot of rain during the day, and a very recent hash in a similar location meant that there wasn’t a huge turn out for the Remembrance Day themed hash. 

 

We nearly didn’t make it – but Simba hadn’t been on a hash for three years, so he was keen to grab the opportunity of a rare Monday night at his mum’s, to join in the fun! Simba wasn’t the only returnee. We were all delighted to welcome back Broadshit after a long absence too. Hope to see more of you again now the 4am Tuesday mornings have ceased!

At the circle, Simba seemed perplexed by something – I asked what it was later and he said “why did the lady who thought Simba was an elephant have mud on her face?” I hadn’t a clue what he was talking about*. Only in hashing!

No announcements at the circle in Cricketfield car park – Beeflicker wasn’t certain on distances, or when the marks changed from the right to the left but ah well, off we went in the direction of Warf Road.

An early series of checks, kept us together – the red chalk being often hard to spot in the dark. The FRBs led us down a few dark alleys, before we finally picked up the trail and headed for the Town Quay. Once there we were called over the bridge by MissIn and into the Hackney Marsh Nature Reserve.

At this point, Simba and I, along with Forrest, Strap On and Broadshit waved goodbye to the FRBs. We didn’t see them again, until the path towards the Passage House Inn, where there was some confusion over that vital ‘three and on’ mark. Luckily, Beeflicker was dutifully sweeping from behind so we knew where to go, and that was “on, on” along the path to the pub.

Just after the pub was the first l/s split. “Can we go long?” Simba hopefully asked. “No chance!” was my reply. I was already struggling to keep up with his youthful gallop. We ran on towards Greenhill Way – only to hit the main road and see no marks. Forrest’s dog wasn’t running well so he opted to take a route back along the main road to the OH. Simba and I searched on desperately for marks, and then Strap On joined us.

Eventually, retracing our steps we found the first of many marks on the left. Strap On thought this might be the returning trail for the longs but I had recalled the comments in the circle about some marks being on the left. So with Simba ahead, we made our way through Saxon Way, and popped out by the Wear Barton roundabout.

A clear arrow took us over the road and I saw a mark on the left at Longford Lane. Down the lane we went for some time – no marks. So we crossed over to the right and went back – no marks.

By this point, Strap On was with us again and spotted what looked to be a rogue red line of chalk in a cul de sac. But it led to a dead end. Now we were really confused! Knowing the route as I did, I had a feeling the Longs would be coming down Coombesend Road and joining where we were currently standing in confusion.

We decided to head back to the arrow and lo and behold, there was a mark on the right this time!

At this point, we were joined by the FRBs, and we followed them on through a maze of back streets in old Kingsteignton village, before popping out by the Range. It was then a long flat slog towards the Fire Station Roundabout.

Now Simba had found his rhythm with Man Pig and was off. I could just about make out his reflective jacket ahead so I knew he was okay. Another l/s split separated them, with the longs taking a footpath on the right and us shorts heading back through town to the OH.

I eventually caught up with Simba back at the car park entrance, where he was patiently waiting for me. We didn’t stay for the OD as it was a school night for Simba, but we really enjoyed the trail.

Thank you Beeflicker and Pocket Rocket for your efforts!

*it turns out the lady Simba was referring to was Slip-on-me, and she had been dressed in military fancy dress, hence the ‘mud’ on her face!

ON ON, Well Hopped x

Man-Pig has kindly sent in the DD's from the British Legion:

DD's: The Hare wasn't drinking and there was only one award present. This was the Hashshit shirt that had been awarded to Pork Torpedo the previous week and Porky had given it to Beefy to bring along to the Hash.

Beefy didn't have a story but Beeflicker did. The story was that a returnee had obviously become a little rusty in Hash protocols during his 18 month absence. Our returnee had pitched up with his rechargeable torch which hadn't been recharged in 18 months. The result was dim and dimmer as the trail progressed.

Being in a quasi military establishment, the RA recited an oft quoted mantra from the NCO's, "Prior planning prevents piss poor performance". Hence a note for the 5 P's (even though it is, in fact, 6 P's!). Bizarrely, just as we started singing the volume was turned up on the Royal British Legion's stereo.

No more awards but Beeflicker had another story. Towards the end of the trail, Miss'ing asked the Hare if the trail would follow the Teign and part of Archangel's trail from a fortnight ago. It dfid not but, as a bit of a spoof, the Hare marked a special trail for "Miss'ing". Miss'ing wasn't fooled for long and returned to the correct trail without losing too much time. Not so Polyfella & Beefy. they had a jolly good jaunt, following absolutely no marks at all, almost up to Teigngrace. No wonder they were last back.

Polyfella didn't fancy another beer as he was drinking so Beefy dispatched it pretty swiftly accompanied by "Here's to the Miss'ing one".

Next there was a DD to the most appropriately dressed Hasher given the fact that this was posted as the Remembrance Day Hash. Most Hashers sported poppies, either on trail or in the pub.

Beeficker was pretty much in head-to-toe DPM but was upstaged by a convincing commando resplendent with face camo-facepaint - namely Slip-on-Me. A note for "Go commando".

The final half went to the RA for what reason I do not know; nominal returnee or forgetfulness (the Pig couldn't remember which pub he was in). Nevertheless, Beefy came up with "Hold it in your hand Mrs Murphy".

Next week's Hash is in Dawlish with Polyfella as Hare. There are road closures so Polyfella will post something on the FB page by way of directional assistance.

Thank you, Well Hopped and MP