TVH THE WORDS RUN#2129

The English country garden at Heathercombe, Manaton.

The words for hash no….(who cares?)

 

Who was there?

Hare Pisswell, Beeflicker, Beefy, Pocket Rocket, Forrest, Strap on, Manopause, Erection, Warmfront, Pyscho, Wetfart, Manpig, Coldtits, SMEllie. 

 

The circle: Pocket welcomed everyone ( excluding Wetfart), to probably one of the most beautiful CPs we have had. 14 brave hashers wore a selection of beautiful red dresses/ socks/ underwear in the cold drizzle. Late comers blew the time keeping to pot, and Wet fart finally returned from his magical journey into the fairy garden. He was welcomed into the circle individually and no one mentioned how long he seemed to have been away with the fairies! Half an hour later, SMEllie had asked for hares and the hare had warned of the hazards of the trail, particularly the hissing goose, which she had managed to pluck a feather from. There was no trail in these NGS gardens, who had opened especially for us for the evening. Donations to Rowcroft on return at the tea rooms and down down. The trails were short to allow for top up miles on hashers return. Any open gates we had permission to go in. 

 

The trails:

Rowlf & Fozzie-English Country Garden

( a rough idea reminder of the tune!)

https://youtu.be/FlpPEDuwO3w?si=9jWIubTsb4vXdv8z

How many miles will brave hashers go?

To an English country garden?

Pikes let us park and run round their grounds

It’s so beau-to-ful at Heathercombe

NGS, and a cream tea

Raising cash for charity

A small donation, well, bless your cotton socks!

Walkers, shorts and longs, the hare forgets them not,

As they do the trails at Heathercombe

How many hashers come here to go

Through our English country Heathercombe?

I'll tell you now where hashers can go

No one will miss the lovely gardens.

Statues, bridges, green man peeps

At the hashers, ankle deep

Rhodys, azaleas, bluebells we leap

There are splits, choice of two

Which one will you do?

In the moorland over Heathercombe

How many longs run checks to and fro,

Along the Mariners Way from Heathercombe?

I'll tell you now of which way to go

Along footpaths that go to Kenton

Walkers go up to the moor

Watch the bluebells on the floor

Others to West Combe and watch for the geese!

Up a very steep bit, where shortly there’s a split

On the moorland over Heathercombe

How many brave longs face the elements

Of the cold and wind at King Tor?

Shorts keep down low, catch walkers trail to go

Above the fields and views of Heathercombe

Longs up steep onto the tor

See the viewpoint, wanting more

Grimspounds too far

There’s more gardens to see

There is joy on return

When who got lost we learn

What a way to go in Heathercombe! 

 

Out takes: Well nothings perfect! Coldtits and Forrest went around in circles and are probably still away with the fairies in the fairy garden! 

 

Pyscho got lost in the rhododendron confetti in her red dress and nobody could find her!

Congratulations to the kings of the castle,

 

who braved the King Tor mountain and luckily didn’t die of exposure! 

 

Thank you to my translator, Wetfart, who was invaluable, and the only person who could have communicated in the same language as the grumpy farmer at Kenton, should we have needed him!

There was little garden checking on return as everyone was wet and cold and in competition with Pisswells blue lips at the circle!

 

Down downs:

Again a delay to start times, waiting for red dresses to be put on, drinks and cream teas to be served etc. We all felt like such rebels!

 

Forrest had to be encouraged as a returnee from the Vicar of Dibley film set. Eventually he agreed to become Jim Trott for one night only, hence further delays as he decided on whether misdemeanours were worthy. (No no no no no no, yes)

 

Pisswell was first down down as hare. Unfortunately, the pay back for choosing weird receptacles was that she drank from the child’s wellie boot. Sorry Pysho for trying to shampoo the dregs into your wet hair!

 

Strap on had the jesters hat and gave it to Manopause, for gallantly letting Warmfront do the checking on their trail. He bravely drank from the plant spray bottle. There’s no flies on him!

SMEllie was next for baling out on the longs. She drunk from the baby’s milk bottle, saying it still tasted like milk!

 

Coldtits drank and washed with water from the wobbly grizzly cup. Not sure why? Losing the trail?

Lastly , the hare was accused by Forrest for issuing parking penalties. Although, I think he was hoping she would offer it back to him, because he kept saying No no no no no , she offered the down down to Erection. It was nice to see the Penners back, and it was good to see him being a rebel and wearing an orange T shirt! …….And then Forrest said yes, a moment too late!

 

Can’t remember the songs but the grand old Duke of York featured heavily. 

 

Thanks for the 14 brave souls. Just enough chairs in the tearoom and we collected £75 in donations for Rowcroft and a bit more for hare beer. Thank you for being so generous and for a really funny evening.

On on to next week at the Bay horse (or is it gay?)at Ashburton with Beefy. Don’t forget to bring a towel. On on  Pisswell x

RED DRESS RUN & CREAM TEA

Run #2129 Monday 18th May Circle up 7:15 pm from High Heathercombe Centre, Manaton, Newton Abbot TQ13 9XE for a Pisswell extravaganza.

 

 

DIRECTIONS

From Bovey Tracey take the scenic B3387 to Haytor/Widecombe. 1.7 miles past Haytor Rocks (before Widecombe Hill) turn right to Hound Tor & Manaton. 1.4 miles past Hound Tor turn left at Heatree Cross to Heathercombe.

We have special permission to park and go around their NGS gardens and Pisswell will be doing a cream tea and then do beers. They charge £6 a head normally to raise money for Rowcroft, therefore I’d like to make it a Red Dress Run and ask for donations for the evening.

TVH THE WORDS by Pollyfella

Hash Words for 11th May 2026 at Court Farm Inn, Abbotskerswell

Hares: Strap On & Strap Dancer

 

Who was there?

Archangel, Beeflicker, Big End, Fukawe, Manpig, Pisswell, Pollyfella, Roger the Dodger, Strap Dancer, Strap On, Well Hopped, Wetfart.

 

It was welcome return to the elegant Court Farm Inn. Conditions were dry although there was a cool breeze blowing. There were 13 in the pack and the circle was led by Beeflicker.

 

Pisswell reminded everyone that her hash next week (18th May) was a red dress run and she would be taking donations for Rowcroft on the night. The NGS Gardens at Heathercombe will be opening especially for the hash.

 

Strap On gave instructions for the trail ahead with a 2.5 mile walk, shorts just over 4 miles and the longs around 6. He also apologised for an extra section of road because he had wisely decided to make the trail detour around a field with two large bulls! 

 

Strap On then announced that he had created a new hash symbol showing a dog. His creation indicated a “doggy detour” and we were invited to take and share photos of his new symbol.

There would be a sweetie stop and if the plan came together everyone should get there at around the same time.

 

And then we were off! The trail led out to Slade Lane and up Stoneman’s Hill and then along Manor Road with checks at each junction to slow us down. We then went up Laburnum Terrace and picked up a beautiful path with a stunning views on the left to Dartmoor. The trail then rejoined Stoneman’s Hill and after a 150 metres Pisswell, Beefy, Manpig and Pollyfella stopped to take in a stunning view point on the right which look across Newton About, Bishopsteignton and glimpses of the top of Teignmouth.

From here the trail went down hill until on our left we spotted the doggy detour symbol. Here the shorts and walkers turned off and the longs and those with dogs continued past Ogwell Cross Cemetery and then on to St Mary’s Church. Here the longs searched far and wide around the hillside for the trail. There were a few mistaken shouts of being “on” until Manpig and Beeflicker found the trail along the left side of the hill which looped and then descended to Woolborough Street. The longs were just about still sticking together. 

 

Here we ran up to Bakers Park and alongside the football pitches. Then past Bradley Manor on our right and with the river Lemon to our left. Arrows then indicated a left turn over the river and into the woods. Here the longs came to a mark already kicked out by Big End and Well Hopped but this led us in the direction of a giant X marked on the hillside. Manpig followed what seemed the only alternative route up the path to the left where he also came to a X. 

 

Confusion descended for a few minutes until Pollyfella found the trail going to the left of the giant X on the hill. From here it was clear running along a beautiful woodland path, past a stable and eventually out on to the Ogwell Road. Here arrows guided us left and after a few minutes decent the longs caught up with Fukawe, Big End and Well Hopped just after they turned right into Reynell Road. 

 

We then ran as a pack and followed marks up Luxton Road until we spotted an SS mark. Here the marks sent us sharp left along a footpath which opened up on to a magical play park. Here Strap On and Strap Dancer awaited us with a banquet of sweets including the remarkable Terrys chocolate orange segments filled with popping candy. An extraordinary invention and bizarrely delicious. 

 

Almost all the shorts and longs arrived within a few minutes just as Strap On had been hoping. It was just Archangel who was a little further back on the shorts who did not arrive at the same time.

 

Then we were off. We went up the hill behind the park where we came out on Denby Road the infamously long ascent to the Cool for Cats café. At the café we took the path to the left leading us over uneven ground to the dangerous A381. We crossed and ran on until we joined Manor Road. Here Manpig, Pollyfella and Beefy ran together, descending back to the village past the ON Home and back to the pub via Odle Hill.

 

A beautiful and creative trail with lots of virgin land and virgin sweeties!

 

A very big thank you to Strap Dancer and Strap On for all your hard work in planning and laying a wonderful trail.

 

The Down Downs

Before the on downs began there was drama in the car park when Roger the Dodger discovered that he had lost his credit card and feared this had occurred out on the trail. Beeflicker came to the rescue and went off to run the short trail in the gathering dusk and looming darkness to see if he could find it!

In the pub chilli was served and we cosied up in the bar with the locals. 

 

Thankfully the locals seemed to quite enjoying having us there and they ending up getting fully immersed in the on downs…….

1. Archangel gave the joker hat to Strap On for “blowing off a sausage” the night before!

2. Pisswell gave the elephant cap to Roger the Dodger (inevitably!) for losing his credit card and being a scrooge. But instead of a half he was passed a shot of something strong by a local!

3. Next Well Hopped was nominated for her own forgetfulness! And being Scrooge’s daughter. Her down down was embellished by the chicken

4. Then Pollyfella was nominated for volunteering for the words!

5. Then a local who had parked his Ford Capril in the car park was nominated for having a moo sticker on the vehicle. Although not knowing the rules he polished off his down down mid song.

6. The down downs closed with a local presenting Manpig with another shot of that strong stuff! Which he gleefully polished off much to the amusement of the pack.

 

Next up on Monday 18th May we will be circling up at NGS Gardens in Heathercombe which is near Bovey Tracey. Pisswell will be the hare.

 

Big thanks again to Strap Dancer and Strap On for a great night.

COURT FARM INN

 Run #2128 Monday 11th May Circle up 7:15 pm from the Court Farm Inn, Abbotskerswell, Newton Abbot TQ12 5NY with Strap-on.

 

COASTAL PATH, EIGHT LANES, BOTANICAL GARDENS AND RIVER BANK

You had it all!

 TVH THE WORDS

#2127 Monday 4th May

OD and BBQ Shaldon beach

 

Who was there:
Well Hopped, Swinger, Big End, Emma, Simba (I think it was), Roger the Dodger, Beefy, Pisswell, Wetfart, Pollyfella, Beeflicker, Man Pig, SM.ellie, Piltdown Man, Georgie Porgie, Psycho, Miss Inn, Tongue and Groove, Woodlend, Pocket Rocket, Bluebird, Kermit, (both not on trail) Camel Toe and Sugar Puff (I think) + a virgin,
(Sorry if I missed anyone)

What we expected (according to the weather man).
A washed-out trail due to rain all day, no pub as they didn't want us, no beach and bbq because of rain and everyone going home early because of rain.

What we actually got was a fantastic trail, some great down downs, a lovely bbq cooked by the glamorous and gorgeous Swinger and lots of laughter. Who needs that pub anyway, it was their loss!

Circle up, a fantastic turn out for a bank holiday, many returnees and a virgin (+ a virgin chicken)
On arriving at the car park, I came upon one of the hares, sat in her car, not laying trails, making hare number 2 do all the work, yes, Well Hopped, hang your head in shame.

As 19:15 tolled, the hares were called to circle up, just as Swinger got back from laying ALL the trails. Georgie Porgie was quick off the mark to volunteer for the words but decided going on holiday was more important so Beeflicker stepped up and offered instead.

Returnees were welcomed and a virgin was introduced, what an amazing 1st hash to have. S.M ellie would like some dates, Manpig quickly offered but then declined when it was explained the dates are for laying trails and not a date date.
The hares stepped up (well the hare and Well Hopped) and informed us was 3 trails, 3 and on, laid in flour, yellow chalk and on the right, mostly, all with a great impression of an old lady. And down downs on the beach where Swinger will be treating us all.

The trail took us through the car park and onto the coastal path, loads of checks had us going all over the place but we descended down a hill and onto the massive 1st climb of the day. At the summit, we descended down onto the Teignmouth road and back onto the coastal path before turning right and up hill number 2 back again to the Teignmouth road, where we encountered some cows which
1. Made Pocket Rocket cut his hash short as they terrorised him and
2. If Well Hopped had laid the trail as she said, would have known the cows were there and not needed to ask everyone else. Hmmmm

Over the road and right up Commons lane, hill number 3 loomed and then a left at the top onto Butterfly lane. A long descent with some spectacular views over Teignmouth, Shaldon and Bishopsteignton.

At the end of the lane, we turned right on to Long lane and right again onto Short lane, it was nice to have some downhill after all those up and up hills. Swinger really had worked hard on laying this trail. It was a right again and then quickly left down Waterworks lane and onto Brooks lane, Poppy's lane and Salty lane followed by a lovely run by the riverside along the banks to the car park.
I'm not sure where the walkers or shorts went apart from the beautiful botanical gardens which were mentioned for the shorts.

Thank you ladies for a beautiful hash.
And thank you to Pisswell and Tongue and Groove for getting the chicken around safely.

Back at the on down....

Well, the pub didn't want us, apparently they were too busy so we went onto the beach instead. The pub's loss as apparently they were empty when we had all finished hashing, and our gain as Swinger had laid some blankets down on the beach for us, had a bbq on the go, beers to the side for the down downs, and welcomed everyone with a beautiful smile. Ich habe noch nie jemanden so hübsch aussehen sehen.

Many people didn't make it to the beach or stay very long but after having a beer, a good old chat and some food, the down downs began.

1st was pisswell who was awarded the chicken (I'm not going into details here so please forgive me) but she was there in the time of need. Many people in the world always say the doors are always open, or here if you need me but never are, well, Wednesday night, Pisswell was. Thank you so much, a down down to Florence nightingale.

2nd was a naming, it was Well Hopped young daughter. After a cheer off, 2 choices were clearly out of the running, Little Miss Sunshine was runner up but our young Harriet came to be known as Cuckoo.

3rd was our 2 fantastic hares for an amazing trail, an amazing on down and fantastic hostessing, here's to Well Hopped and the glamorous Swinger.

4th was for Kermit, a returnee who found a check outside his house so left a fantastic piece of hash memorabilia inside the check to get people curious. Hope to see you more often Kermit.
Finally it was our returnee Bluebird, I can't remember what this was for, whether it was for being a returnee or telling us about his time here during the war, whatever it was, it was well deserved.

I dare say I speak for everyone else who came when I say this was an amazing evening and thoroughly enjoyed by all so again thank you.

Finally, just as the last of us were about to leave, Beeflicker decided he was going to lose his car key on the beach... disaster had struck but with the help of Bluebird, Beefy and Pisswell and their torches, the key was found.

Thank you to everyone for a great evening,

On on to Court Farm Inn with Strap-on next Monday

Beeflicker x

Why not Trott along?

A chance to see the up and coming thespian, Forrest, starring as a youthful Jim Trott (Trevor Peacock) in the Vicar of Dibley presentation at Dunsford Village Hall on the 14th, 15th and 16th May upcoming.

 

Facebook comments to header photo #2126

Jez Knight

We are in debt to folk such as these.

So Cruise

A timeless photo which could be a throwback to any hash: A golden line-up of Teign Valley Hash all-stars - Teapot, Able Semen, Wetfart and Bobbiball.

Calum MacIntosh

Timeless, selfless and an inspiration for those of us who followed. Thankyou.

DIARY INTO SUMMER

 Looking good, a few dates to fill. Contact SM Ellie if you fancy laying a trail.

BANK HOLIDAY BEACH & BEER

Run #2127 Monday 4th May Circle up 7:15 pm from the Ness car park at Shaldon TQ14 0DP with Swinger and Well Hopped. On Down Shaldon beach BYOB

Words for #2126 with Piltdown and Georgy by Swinger

 

Alright you lot, gather round…

First of all—I’ve been nominated to do these words… for absolutely no reason. They asked for volunteers, and at that exact moment I was just standing there innocently fiddling with my hair… and somehow that counted as volunteering. So here we are. 

 

Now before I go any further—quick disclaimer. I’m German, and I still don’t really know who any of you are. Between real names, hash names, and whatever aliases you’ve invented after a few beers… I’m completely lost. So if I get anything wrong tonight—I apologise. But also… it’s probably your fault for having ridiculous names.

 

Tonight’s trail kicked off in glorious fashion in Torquay at the Kents Cavern pub.

We had checks. Lots of checks. Checks going left, right, possibly backwards, and at one point I’m fairly sure one went emotionally sideways. But fear not—because at the front we had Warm Front, Beefy, and Beeflicker, heroically doing all the hard work… while the rest of us demonstrated our core hashing skill: blind optimism and following whoever looked least confused.

 

The evening itself—absolutely stunning. Sunshine, warmth, and those ridiculous Torquay views that almost make you forget your legs are questioning your life choices. We cruised through Wellswood, past houses worth millions—definitely not stopping for a quick house viewing… just pretending we belong there.

 

Of course, it wouldn’t be a proper trail without a bit of chaos. Somewhere along the way, marks went missing… or we stopped understanding them… or both. At one point, Pisswell became absolutely convinced she’d found a mark… and strongly encouraged everyone else to taste what may or may not have been bird poo on the floor… just to confirm it was flour. Interestingly, she did not volunteer to try it herself. A true leader.

 

And actually… after tonight, I think Pisswell did deserve a down-down. Not just for the bird poo incident—but also for proudly introducing herself by her hashing name to a very wholesome local walking group. One of them asked what we were called… and as soon as Pisswell answered, the poor person in charge was already trying to move them along as quickly as possible. Can’t imagine why.

So naturally, we did what any sensible group would do—we cut the trail short. Meanwhile, the overachievers found the actual route and casually added another two miles. Show-offs.

 

There were also reports of “secret wees”… which in hashing terms means absolutely nobody was fooled. And on the way back, we encountered… let’s call him a local philosopher. He began with pasta for dinner, transitioned smoothly into prostitutes, and ultimately held a deep and meaningful conversation with a plant pot. Honestly...just another normal evening in Torquay.

 

Now, let’s not forget tonight’s intellectual challenge: counting steps. A bottle of prosecco was up for grabs for whoever got it right. The official number, as confirmed by the hasher, was 574… and who won the prize? Someone who didn’t even do the trail. Honestly, that feels very on-brand for this group.

As for down-downs… with the information I have—and remember, I barely know who any of you are—I only recall Pisswell and Roger the Dodger. Pisswell obviously deserved one… possibly more. And Roger the Dodger, clearly concerned for the wellbeing of a missing hasher, was ready to launch a full rescue mission… only to discover it was just someone off on a tactical wee. A true hero, nonetheless.

All in all—an amazing trail. Stunning views, just the right amount of confusion, questionable decision-making, and a reminder that no matter how well a trail is set, we will always find a way to make it slightly worse… and far more entertaining.

 

On-on! Weiter weiter! Prost!