You Ain't Nothing but a Hound Dog!

 

Run #2088 Monday 4th August Circle up 7:15 pm from Hound Tor CP (Swallerton Gate) W3W forks.newstand.relies with Poacher. On Down The Kestor Inn at Manaton.

 

THE WORDS Hash 2089, Monday 28th July North Bovey CP, on down Ring O’ Bells

 

https://youtu.be/7Qp5vcuMIlk?si=weUQC9m65C-Eqx2D

Ed Sheeran – Castle on the Hill

Song by Ed Sheeran ‧ 2017

Formal introductions:

Princess Pyscho of Chudleigh, Princess SMEllie of Teignmouth, Lady Coldtits, Duchess Soapy, Baron Pork Torpedo and Baroness Horny, Dame Slip on me, HRH Pisswell and Knights: Sir Beefy, Sir U-Bend, Sir Strap-on and Sir Ernie, who all Camealot! 

 

They were accompanied by ladies in waiting

Georgie P’ Orgy, Miss Inn and Mane Attraction.

Lord Mitch was accompanied by his butler Forrest Stump.

Serfs attending were Piltdown man, Melon Picker, Beeflicker, Manpig, Fuckarewe, Manopause and Wet Johnny Baldrick.

First dance, the Waltz circle:

Beeflicker, our stand in GM welcomed all to hash number **** ( I dont remember it really) It needs a young GM to remember that stuff!)

 

Announcements were asked for and all hell broke loose! Manpig asked for hands up to write the words, Smellie put her hand up to ask for hares for October, Forrest asked for a taker for the first dance and Pisswell asked for hands up for the cheesy chips at the pub! All done in one go but nobody really knew what had happened!

 

And over to the hare:

The hare had enjoyed a lovely day but was a bit concerned that someone had washed away one of her checks, which she had just relaid. She was therefore worried everyone would find the way back.

She had asked for permission to run through some very important land but was given a no for an answer as there might be air rifle shooting and golf being played. Therefore, it was vitally important that the longs and shorts ran very fast in this area, joining the footpath to the bridle path! In fact it all looked a bit dodgy, so she was keen to write rules and regulations and send around a disclaimer to sign.

As there are no rules in hashing, that was the end of that, but she pointed out that she’d done a few Ha Has and had made up her own rules for the day. 

 

Thank you to the people who dressed up in their finery. It was to be a posh evening with dresses and bow ties and then swim wear later. There was to be a swimming stop and a cream tea and there were some very enthusiastic sheep, who might mob you! Beware dogs!

 

The trail: The evening stroll through the castle grounds, in our finery. 

 

Please sing along!

When I was, hare that night, we cir-cled up

I was running with my hashers and my friends

And tasted the sweet perfume of North Bo-vey grass they checked down

In the carpark then, let them check back, when

Some, found the trail and called on on.

Made checks and FRBs were gone!

And they’ve not seen the church pathway, in so long, I know, can’t moan

But I can't wait for on home

I”m on my way

Driving to-get-here, down those country lanes

Running beside the river

And I show the way, you make, it feel, unreal

We watched the sunset, Bovey, our castle on the hill

Beaut-if-ill place, running, not just “an-y-where”

Running in our frocks, through the golf course

No, getting lost with my friends!

Had our first split, air rifle site

I don't reckon they’re there tonight

But for walkers then, take me back to when

We found. the-way back, no one got shot

All in good spirits, that’s all we’ve got!

Me and my friends having some checks, for the longs, oh, how we've gone

But I can't wait to go home

I'm on my way

Running to Old Yarde, down those country lanes

Turning right, go to Bowda

And shorts, miss the way, Luckdon, it’s good, in Woods

Meeting at Ridgnor, above the houses, on the hill

Hoo-hoo, near by the castle on the hill

Hoo-hoo, near by the castle on the hill

Our friends then met a-gain, with checks longs did the most

Shorts at the bridge and swimming stop, our hashers overdressed

“One just needs a little swe-ety stop”, walk-ers never getting there

But … Cream tea, half eat-en, and I…took it from the stat-ely home!

Now I'm on my way

I still remember this old country ford

When we cross the stepping stones there

And I show the way, to-Ring, O’-Bells, on down

Then we watched the down downs, Cheesy chips, eaten “til we’re full!

Hoo Ooo, North Bovey, castle on the hill

Hoo Ooo, North Bovey, castle on the hill

 

Out takes:

Nobody got shot or hit by a golf ball.

Pisswell was the only one to do the full walkers trail. These walkers, all they want to do is sip wine and smoke cigars! Melon Picker bravely took a bullet for Dame Slip on and her hound, and hobbled home wounded in action. 

 

Miss Inn was P Inn when the first check was found and followed GP and PM on their incredible journey, until she realised they didn’t know where they were going! She back tracked and proudly clocked up 7m plus! 

 

Thanks to the lovely people who let us enjoy a cream tea by the riverside. The water was freezing. The sheep were also very friendly. Manopause seemed to be there for a long time! 

 

Coldtits raspberry jam was delicious but PT thinks pectin will make everything stiffer!

 

Down downs:

Soapy for correcting Smellie on the venue for the on downs, being North Bovey not Bovey Tracey. She asked for a nice song from the sing meister, who we were lucky to have there, but PT had had enough of all that posh guff and lowered the tone as only he can!

Manpig was next for poor parking in his new car

Coldtits followed for getting there on time! She nominated SMEllie for also getting there on time ( in the same car!)

And the last to the hare for a “shitty trail”. Honestly, all that effort!

 

Next week: Poacher at Hound Tor. On on TVH3.

NORTH BOVEY (not Bovey Tracy!)

 

Run #2087 Monday 28th July Circle up 7:15 pm from North Bovey car park TQ13 8RB with Pisswell W3W rabble.stint.inherits

On Down The Ring O'Bells North Bovey TQ13 8RB

Bring a posh dress or bow tie.

DEBRIEFING NOTES

Run #2086

Monday 21st July

Coleton camp 1939:

Who was there:
Going on the TAB (tactical advance to battle) General Pocket Rocket, RSM Piltdown Tan, Sgt threesum, pvts georgie porgie, strap dancer and specialist lara "s.m.ellie croft

The drop SHORTS pvts cheerio beerio, strap on, coldtits and reinforcement cheerios friend

The LONG rangers were tpr beeflicker and commandos warm front, psycho, man pig, beefy, pisswell

The mission:
Rsm piltdown man barked his orders for everyone to get on parade so general pocket rocket could issue us with a briefing where he welcomed reinforcement cheerio beerios friend, and then it was over to tpr beeflicker to give the soldiers their missions, which were to follow the walkers of 3 miles, shorts of 4 and the longs, well, we didn't know but as they are SF TL they must handle anything the enemy throws at them.

In this case, it was beeflicker and lots of flour, hills and yet more hills,

The mission:
The walkers would TAB out of the car park and down a country lane. They would engage any enemy they came upon at Brownstone car park before stealthily advancing down a windy road to the battery to RV with everyone before heading back to be debriefed.

They were never to be seen again, we can only assume they were MIA or KIA.

Meanwhile, the drop SHORTS went to the south side of the car park and took the right flank navigating some fields and fighting off the enemy sheep until they reached the coastal path. They then headed right and kept the sea to their left until they got to the RV.

On this section, we saw strap-on smashing the hills while coldtits was taking reconnaissance photos to take back to HQ and cheerio and cheerio 2 who.were fighting along looking ready to kill (probably the hare for all the hills). After the RV, the dropshot then headed back along the walkers route to go back to base for a debrief and beers. There were also many MIA or KIA here too as only cold tits and pocket rocket made it back alive.

The LONG rangers took the left flank also fighting off enemy sheep with psycho killing them off with her witty puns. beefy,

Beeflicker, warm front, man pig and pisswell , on arrival at the coastal path, flanked right and fought life and death through the killer hills taking the high ground, and the low ground, and then the high, and low and more high, oh yes, this seemed to be a regular occurence, but they smashed it, putting the SAS to shame.

 

At the RV, which has now been confirmed as brownstone battery, a search and rescue mission was sent out to retrieve coldtits from the enemy, which turned out to be multiple photo taking opportunities so rescue was cancelled.

 

A medivac was almost called for a very pale.looking beefy - white as a ghost, had he died on trail? No, this was his newly found yearly white vest.

 

Once the battery had been secured, the long rangers then flanked left through the Kingswear rainforest, tackling mountains, steps, sheep, rocks and a flooded rocky path all the way to the country lane where they headed right and back to base. 

 

Everyone made it back, the mission was completed, the battery was secure, and the route cleared of any danger.

Back at Base, everyone gathered round to receive their medals but as we were lacking any, beers had to take their place. 

 

These were distributed from beeflicker's field bar which was manned, or should we say womanned by the queen of all barmaids, looking glamorous as always, camos looking crisp, war paint on her lips, yes, it's our one and only lara "s.m.ellie" croft.

 

Everyone received a down down for surviving the evening. Now I can't remember what they were all for but there was a downdown for an amazing trail by beeflicker, killer singing by pisswell, s.m.ellie for her pristine turnout and looking good, psycho for her murderous jokes, coldtits for getting lost, beefy for his natural white vest, manpig, pocket rocket and warmfront, well, because they deserved one too.

On on tpr beeflicker

 

Over and out, dismissed.

EXPEDITION KINGSWEAR!

Run #2086 Monday 21st July Circle up 7:15 pm from Brownstone and Coleton Camp, Kingswear, Dartmouth TQ6 0EQ with Beeflicker.

WHAT3WORDS tunes.hunk.hunk 

 

 

 

Listen carefully, I vill only say this vunce: Military Fancy Dress und do not forget to bring cash (is king) for your drinks at Beeflicker's pop-up bar.

TVH3 The 'PSYCHODELIC' Words for 14th July 2025

Bridford Inn

Run No. 2085

HARES: Forrest-Stump, Psycho & Pizzwell

 

Who wuz there: Forrest-Stump, Psycho, Pizzwell, Pocket Rocket, Man-Pig, Archangel, Beefy, Coldtits, Beeflicker, Warm Front,  Wetfart, Melonpicker, Soapy, Palmolive, Pork Torpedo, Horny, Ernie, Fukarewe, Strap-On, Strap-Dancer, U-Bend, Wood-Lend, Sam, Polyfella, Wet-Johnny, Manopause, Roger the Dodger, returnee Ollie & virgin Leo

 

Circle

I think the only announcement was about next week's run from Brownstone and Coleton camp - namely, that Beeflicker's pop up bar is NOT a free bar. Bring change for your drinks as professional barman/barlady/barperson (delete as appropriate) will be on duty. No money. No drink. It was also clarified that the pop up bar was in lieu of retiring to a pub for the on-down.

 

The Pig asked for a volunteer for The Words. Forrest immediately shot his hand up and then palmed The Words off to Psycho. What a great offload. Finn Russell would have been proud of you.

 

Trail (penned/texted by Psycho)

Thanks all for coming. Circle up at Bridford Inn 14/7, many people made the effort to trundle deep into the Teign valley to the thatched pub. Show of hands, turns out many hashers wanted a double sausage.

Everyone was there (mostly).

 

I made an effort to describe the trail, but hampered by myself and knowing the wind *may* have relocated some of the marks into dust, I kept it brief. There are VPs! Some LS splits! OS! 3onon! Best of luck!

 

Beeflicker led the pack assertively to the right, I doubted myself but headed left, Forrest confidently nudged the pack into the churchyard. The walkers split left and into a dingly dell and pretty wooded track, checks aplenty. Longs straight on, grass paths through new woodland. Reconvened on the road and an early VP out and back to Heltor, Pocket Rocket advising 'climb it on the right!'. Nature had put on clouds and mood for the fab 360 view.

 

The walkers turned back, and trekked home for chips and drinks, sorry for all the lane guys. Shorts and longs headed on, checks aplenty, and a few hashed across the field and private track, a 'discussion' with the elderly permissive owner, who asked us three times if we had been here before, aha, his son was holding court and dad had no recollection of giving us permission, all smoothed over and on-on we all went.

 

Turning right, tiny lanes 'til more thatched gorgeousness (with stables, drool) and a huge LS split. Shorts took a tidy lane with the most manicured verges (occasional canter track), then checked through grass track, field edge, pretty woodland, down down to a brook, finally finding a windy displaced OH.

The longs meanwhile, were storming forward, more leafy wooded lanes, the eagle eyed finding sawdust on green moss walls, who nose,[Shirley sic, I can't keep up] so far ahead, myself and Pisswell sweeping had been on this lane so silent just yesterday!

 

We passed the tall 'chicken gate', before Blackingstone loomed, tiny pin figures on the top, great they're still going, Warmfront doing acrobatics on the dual rails above steep steps and a 60m precipice. By the time we got up there only oranges remain, we ate a bunch and I wrongly assumed we were tidying up, ColdTits later told me she would have loved an orange slice.

 

On-on, through beech trees, the pack had knocked out the check wrong but found their way anyway, turning left steeply down through Victorian ruins to the reservoir. An optional swim stop, with a Caribbean sized orange box.

 

Longs were treated to a steep hill climb and tree jump track, one last VP across a valley field and on-on thro the woods to a fern encrusted bridlepath, down down and OH. 8 mile long, apologies/your welcome.

 

Unfortunately most hashers had scoffed and gone by 9:30 time we got in, but downdowns were had, Wood Lend for risque photo ops, Warmfront for her gym fun, me hashitshirt because. And some cold chips. What a great night.

 

Thanks to Forrest & Pisswell co-hares, here's to many more.

 

On-on,

Psycho

 

Next week

Next week's Hash is from Brownstone and Coleton camp (W3W: tunes.hunk.hunk). Our Hare is Beeflicker and the On-Down will be back at the car park with Beeflicker's pop-up mobile bar.....bring change!

 

On-On to next week.

 

BRIDFORD INN

Run #2085 Monday 14th July Circle up 7:15 pm from the Bridford Inn, Bridford, Exeter EX6 7HT with Psycho and Forrest. Banger and chips at £5.50, show of hands at the circle.

Monday 7th July – the middle part (see below this for MP's words)

Man Pig has already done a sterling effort on recounting the beginning and the end, so here is the middle. The pack set off north from Bonehill Rocks and into the knee deep heather. After a few false starts we came across Piswell who had been absent from the circle and had made a head start. She looked like she knew where she was going! We threaded our way on the faint sheep tracks, trying to make out the flour through the undergrowth. Pork Torpedo led the charge up to Bell Tor where we paused to enjoy the view, although we had to carry further on up to Chinkwell Tor for the promised ‘360 degree’ experience. We carried on north to a check; Bee Flicker was convinced we’d be carrying on up to Honeybag Tor but instead we curved back eastwards. The longs and shorts parted company, as we clambered over a stile into an overgrown enclosure. After thrashing around in there for a while Poacher took pity on us and directed us back onto trail, and we did indeed end up on Honeybag Tor for another magnificent view. Then we were back on the shorts and scampered back across the moor to the car park just as the sun was lowering towards the ridge of Hamel Down.

Thank you Poacher for a lovely trail, and on on to next week!

Warm Front 

TVH3 The Words for 7th July 2025

Bonehill Rocks (thence Rugglestone)

Run No. 2084

 

HARE: Poacher

 

Who wuz there: Poacher, Pocket Rocket, Man-Pig, Archangel, Pisswell, Piltdown Man, Georgy Porgy, Smellie, Coldtits, Beeflicker, Warm Front, Melonpicker, Soapy, Pork Torpedo, Horny, Strap-On, Strap-Dancer, Smash, Miss Mash, U-Bend, Slip-on-Me, Ablesemen?Two virgins brought by Beefy (sorry - I didn't catch names) and a late Beefy (non-runner)

 

Circle

No announcements apart from the Pig wanting a volunteer for the Words at the same time as Warmfront put up her hand to advise the venue for next week's trail....well volunteered Warmfront.

Poacher welcomed two virgins, brought along by Beeflicker. The usual dousing of flour on trainers initiated the previously uninitiated.

 

Trail

Warmfront kind of volunteered for The Words but was not present at the Down-Downs. Hence expect a missive from Warmfront recording where we went and what we did. However, as there was only Poacher, Beeflicker, Warmfront and myself on the Longs, it may be brief.

 

Down-Downs

Pisswell is our RA for the evening and she has a new bag, a new award and a couple of new Down-Down songs.

 

The evening commences with birthday girl, Horny, handing back her birthday hat from last week but, regrettably, with no-one else to give it to. We then thank Poacher, the pub and/or the Hash for the beer. Nobody has any idea who has paid for it. I think that it was, ultimately, Poacher.

 

The first beer/cider goes to the Hare for a trail with stunning 360 degree views....but you did have to climb to get them. Pisswell hands her phone to our Songmeister, Pork Torpedo, who is asked to lead us all in the new DD song. Which he does very well.

 

Revenge is almost instantaneous. "Does anyone have any awards?" enquires the RA. Poacher pulls a St Patrick's Day Guiness hat from who knows where and places it firmly on Pisswell's head. I am not sure what this is for; confusion over who has, or has not, arranged/paid for the Down-Downs? Again, PT has Pisswell's phone and a new song to navigate.

"Any more awards?"

Yes. Pork Torpedo has the whirly bird jockey's hat with a propeller on top of it. This he awards to the highly unlikely FRB of the evening, Melon-Picker (true story....for a change). Pork Torpedo leads us in the DD song; one that we know this time.

 

No more awards so stories are the order of the day. Coldtits gets a DD for being late and unable to locate Bonehill car park. "She's a little flat chested but she's all right".

 

Next, Pisswell explains why she has a new orange bag for the Awards. This is because it is now full of lost property from the previous week's trail. The reason is simple. It is not her bag. It is Georgy Porgy's. However, in the new bag is a new Award. A "forgetful" hat avec a small grey elephant stitched to its top. PT leads the DD song.

 

Finally, Beefy appears. He has some half baked story about fixing a 5 cylinder radial engine in order for his daughter's motorbike to pass its MOT retest. At after 10pm, he automatically receives the last DD and that concludes the evening's entertainment.

 

Next week

Next week's Hash is from the Bridford Inn. Our Hares are Forrest-Stump and Psycho.

On-On to next week, MP

BONE HILL ROCKS

Run #2084 Monday 7th July Circle up 7:15 pm Bone Hill Rocks car park TQ13 7TD with Poacher. On Down The Rugglestone Inn. Orders for baguettes in the Circle (see menu below).