HASH WORDS- 31st August 2026

 

 Emoji edition

 

THE LEGEND

Who Beeflicker , Beefy, Warmfront , Wet Fart , Jo, Pilt Down & Georgie P’Orgy , Manpig, Big End, Swinger, Simba, Cookoo, Devin, Howler, S.M.Ellie, Pisswell, Roger the Lodger, Well Hopped

= down down – yes it’s a glass of milk but you don’t get a beer emoji in educational establishments!

 

What- A group of fluorescent attired loons rallied in good cheer.

Where - Down town Newton Abbot- Newfoundland Way Car Park

Why- To share their passion for running/ walking in good company. To encourage each other, include everyone and partake merrily, despite the aching bones for some of us.

When - August Bank Holiday Monday

 

How - We circled up, much chatter. PD bringing the circle together. Announcements- - A hare for 12th October please. Diary filling up nicely, thank you good people!

announced ‘A volunteer for the words? Poor was caught talking hash business with , who is now hare for 9th November, thank you ,.

wanted to claim diplomatic immunity but knew better than to protesteth too much, so Ha! Have it!

Our prolific Hare – instructed the eager crowd, drew an arrow on the ground and we were off. the pack out the car park it won’t last, quickly followed by offspring. Before long we were heading up hill, managed a few checks, before breezed past me. ,and reappeared. Knackered I thought best leave this checking malarky to the youth. then shot past, the Longs, long gone.

I did manage the longs though in a breakaway all Harriet crew of , & . We called ‘Petrol’ to find it was & running side by side with head torches toward us. Tis the season of head torches now Folks!

led knowingly to the Ha Ha. led down a dark alley, where she got her torture out. (You had to be there)

Lovely, varied terrain, perfect weather, well marked, and swept by . No idea what happened on the Shorts or Walkers trails. But all were safely gathered in by 9pm so brownie points all round.

 

Down Downs

It went something like this... GP was relieved that was back safe and sound from her shenanigans on the Longs. remained intact and enquired about the Moorland adventures for next week. Mayhem then broke out... The hat and went to Laszlo. An almost customer of the Abbot (and my pub) whose birthday it happened to be. A hearty rendition of the in the wrong places followed before they left, as they were barred from the Abbot.

awarded the Guinness hat to Monica for her escapades on the Longs. This soon collapsed into a full blown naming. Arise !

Following on the same theme, it was Jo's turn. Well-deserved too! Sadly, Jo proved a bit too wily, or the group too indecisive?! So, after much pirate debate, she remains as until next time.

 

got a for his excellent trail. There was something about , AKA Casey Jones, as he arrived looking dapper in his footplate clobber. A rendition of the theme tune ensued. Somehow avoided the and PD ended up with it. Are we in 2027 now? To be fair to him, did anyone else notice that the glasses were a bit larger than normal? Mrs Murphy also popped up but I’m not sure how?!

 

A great evening was had by all!

 

On On to - @ Cordonford Farm, Poundsgate next week.

BRING A HEAD TORCH!!

Www ///obstinate.estimates.gladiator

On Down The Tavistock Inn (possibly sandwiches, bring cash)

S.M.Ellie X

NEWTON TOWN AT THE ABBOT!

Run #2144 Monday 31st August Circle up 7:15 pm from Newfoundland Way car park, Newton Abbot (in front of the police station) with Beeflicker. On Down: The Abbot, 16 East St, Newton Abbot TQ12 1AG

 

TVH THE WORDS #2143

The monks retreat, Broadhempston, hash on Monday 24th August with hare Fuckarwe.

So not sure what hash number it was

or who was there. Where was Manpig? No body mentioned the words.

Somehow, because I put my hand up in the pub, here are the half hearted words. (I thought I was answering, who wants another beer?)

Who woz there?

Well, as usual most of Broadhempston! Does he pay them? How does Fuckarwe do it? The pub opened for us. There was food.

Unfortunately, no virgins were really welcomed or anointed with flour, but he would probably have used more flour on them than was used on trail!

We also had no Beefy as hash-flash and so I’m not sure who actually was there. So this week we will do an experiment. Please sign below in comments if you were there and what you thought of the trail!

SMEllie asked for hares, Pisswell reminded about the Rails and Ales beer festival at Staverton on the bank holiday weekend. She also asked for pirates to say aaarrrr if they had stolen and not paid for their fish fingers the week before.

The hare said his stuff and we were off! 

 

The trail

We turned left from the pub and down the lane. There were few opportunities for checks but those laid were very effective in getting rid of some longs for a bit as I eventually saw them later. We followed the green lane from Beaston to Halswell and stayed above Forder green to join Blackwell lane for a short while before cutting across into some beautiful woodland. We were above a small reservoir, Pyscho swang in the trees and i used my weight on the other swing to prevent a black eye! Then we climbed uphill and overtook, and got overtaken by the rest of the hash. The sweetie stop and view point were extremely welcome at beacon hill. Archangel and I found a lovely downhill trail but not sure what happened then. He returned to the down down, whilst I managed another loop around the village. People were returning in the darkness from all directions, in various degrees of excitement and exhaustion! I thought it was a great hash, recognising a few places, but doing some trails that I’d been planning to do. A great mixture, terrain, viewpoints, and hashing needs all ticked! 

 

The Down downs:

After sausage and chips, Forrest RA’d and thanked the pub for the beer

1. The first down down went to the lucky farmer at the bar, who was invited by Pisswell to go outside and be initiated on behalf of all the virgins in the room. Sorry, Fuckarwe, I probably used all of your next trails worth of flour! He received the helicopter hat from Pisswell

2. Next Triplejump offered the elephant hat to Piltdown man. He had seen liquid coming from under a car and had tasted it, to see what it was! He hasn’t died yet, and we know because we were there for the next few hours whilst he drank his down down!

3. Next was Warmfront for her birthday the next day. It appears she had been to the Broadhempston beer festival on Saturday, ran a marathon on Sunday and was a bit the worse for wear! Not sure which event was responsible? We sang happy birthday with all of the right notes in the wrong order.

4. And lastly the hare. Another amazing trail from Fuckarwe and a truly wonderful evening. Thank you.

On on to next week at Newfoundland way car park with Beeflicker.

Please bring headtorches to reduce the likehood of going off trail or the hare getting us all lost! 

On on, Pisswell x

RETREAT TO BROADHEMPSTON!

Run #2143 Monday 24th August Circle up 7:15 pm from The Monks Retreat, Broadhempston TQ9 6BN with Fukarwe. Should be plenty of parking space nearby. Great little pub, wish we had one like this as our local!

 

TVH THE WORDS

Pirating at Stoke Gabriel

Hash no 2142 on Monday August 17th.

Who woz there?

Strap on , Strap dancer, Pyscho, SMEllie, Coldtits, Manpig, Forrest, Archangel, Well hopped, and Simba, Roger the Dodger, Swinger and son, Devon ( needs a better name) and 2 other German friends, Beefy, Pisswell, Wetfart, Fuckarwe, SMEllie, Beeflicker, Jo, Polyfeller, Wetfart, Triplejump, Deep Semen. 

 

The circle:

Forrest officiated as GM and Pisswell collected the booty. Where was ee, Jim lad?

SMEllie asked for hares

 

Pisswell volunteered to do the words. 

 

The circle:

The hare, Pisswell asked for everyone to repeat Aaars, so there was a lot of aaars as only us pirates can do. No swimming as there was sharks in the water but wading was allowed, if caught be the tide.

She hare split hashers into three groups and told them to stay together as us didn’t want to sink the ship. Don’t know if she said there was a ship? There was no checks, apart from one little one, walkers 1 1/2, shorts 3 and longs 5miles maybe, and if unsure return to the CP regroup circle. What er shoulda zaid was another matter!

So, we were off as the ship sailed into the arbour!

 

 

Wellerman

Song by Nathan Evans and Santiano ‧ 2021

https://youtu.be/bNQSMTNSnUw?is=gceugLLgmrL6lzx2

There once was a hash that put to sea

The name of the hash was the Teign valley Stoke-Gabriel, they learned the ropes

So Row, my hasher boys, row (huh)

All hope the Weatherman’s right

Don’t sink our boat, with rain all night

One day, when the anchor we weigh

We'll drink some rum and go

Walkers didn’t have to run

They sailed the ship to Duncannon

The Captain called all hands on deck

He’d seen the land ahoy! Huh

Here’s where the piratings done

Longs take the vessel and steal the rum

One day, when the plunderings done

They’ll take the ship and go

Da-da, da-da-da-da

Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da,

Da-da-da-fa-da-da, da-da-da-da-da-da

The walkers they went steep up hill

Their sea legs meant they all felt ill

The others sailing, soon felt sick

But tide waits for no man. (huh)

Soon may the drinking get done

With tank-ards that are full of rum

One day, when they go off their legs

It’ll help if they’ve just one!

No run was cut, no time was freed

The captain's mind was not on speed

He gave them rum, that’s all they need

and took the shorts next trip

Soon may the mermaids come

You see them when you’re drunk on rum!

One day, when your eye patch’s gone

You’ll see they’re fake and go

Da-da, da-da-da-da

Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da,

Da-da-da-fa-da-da, da-da-da-da-da-da

A’bout half the men or even more

Ran cross the weir, Mill pond, be-fore

Our boat was lost, t’was all folk lore

And so our ship went down.

Soon may we all be done

We lost the booty and all the rum

Rog-er, he walked the plank

Jolly but overboard!

As far as I've heard, they’re all alive

Captain’s back to his fisherman’s wife

Captain Birds Eye,floundered by foes

Now sells fish fingers, as well as toes!

Soon may the other longs come

Who’ve beaten the tide, too late for some

One day, when the head count is done

Know dead men tell no lies!

Soon may the down downs get done

The Castle inn is where we’ll come

One day, when the parrot is dead

We’ll be glad that ship has sailed.

 

The out takes:

The walkers was perfect. (SMEllie and Manpig identifying for a short while as walkers, thank you)

The longs……..well I shoulda zaid that after the long ha ha, they had to loop round the millpond like the shorts. Me plans was pretty ship! Wrecked by misunderstanding! But eventually they all made it to Duncannon and nearly sunk the boat, there was so many of them! What appened to the groups?

Us all sung sea shanty’s, necked the grog, plundered the pieces of eight and zaid aaaarrr. Aaarrr!

Back again at Stoke Gabriel, the longs were sent on a sea mission to find the shorts. Coldtits had been seen waving. (was it Coldtits?) but where were the rest? Did the hare say Aaarrr so much that they didn’t hear any others instructions? Did the hare even say there was a ship? 

 

Us sailed back to Duncannon like a ghost ship with no one on board but the 3 crew. But then we heard someone shouting help! And then was Coldtits! So us launched the lifeboats and made a daring sea rescue in the dimsky light. And the rest were presumed dead. 

 

The down downs

After squeezing out our wet clothes us returned to the welcoming lights of the Castle Inn for fish finger baps, caught by Captain Birdseye imself. 

 

So what shall we do with the drunken zailors? Down downs were given to :

1 Triple jump for kindness to the ships cat, I think. (Well I heard something about stroking her pussy)

2. SMEllie was next for taking a fancy to Forrest and his sexy new leg!

3. Then Swingers two German friends got a down down probably for not even getting in the ship! (The same as Swinger and the children, one legged pirates and the Archangel Gabriel) Health and safety gone crazy!

4. Jo for winning the most ansom pirate and I must say she even surpassed Forrest with his wooden leg. (getting a bit same old Forrest, try something new)

5. There were no mermaids, confirming that mermaids can’t run!

Big thanks to David and Jill for the plundering of their ship. 

 

Thank you pirates for your great aaaarrs, reminding me of “avast behind” for some reason! Maybe next time we’ll get you all a tattoo so you can follow each others aaaarrrrs!

And so, apologies for the confusion. 70% success was a good start at pirating. As to all those people who didn’t get on the ship and were left to flounder, all bodies were finally recovered and hopefully will be available for viewing next week at the Monks Retreat, Broadhempston with Fuckarwe officiating. 

On on to next week.Pisswell x

It be Pirate night

Run #2142 Monday 17th August Circle up 7:15 pm from the car park by the weir at Stoke Gabriel TQ9 6RD (down the hill), with the on down at the Castle inn TQ9 6RZ .

Spaces are limited so you may have to park up near the Castle pub and walk down. May be fish finger sandwiches available by donation of pieces of eight.

IMPORTANT!

Please arrive dressed as pirates or mermaids. Get there before the ship has sailed, as tide waits for no man and the hare, Pisswell, wants you to learn the ropes, before we weigh anchor at 7.15. Remember dead men tell no lies. Those left behind, will be left to flounder and avast behind!

Words for TVH3 #2141

10th August 2026

Hare: Shitfaced.

 

"CJ?CJ!"

 

"Ah, there you are. Bring my writing slippers would you, please?"

"No, I said 'writing', not 'fighting'."

"No, no, those are for Elevenses and Tiffin."

"Yes, those. Now I can begin."

 

Dear Sir,

Regarding the return you made,

To the business of Hash and the Trail you laid:

It's been too long since we've seen you out,

(Do you blame work or, a touch of gout?)

Your venue was amended but, the Hash was unaffected,

Your co-hare had intended but, then went undetected,

The Park Inn we befriended 'cause the is Hare well-connected.

 

Announcements:

Our Hare the credit will claim

For thirty one fools in the frame,

Returnees and guest,

GM did his best

but, he couldn't remember their name.

If bar-b and disco's your thing,

to Teignmouth your tent you can bring

A rugby club bash,

For not too much cash,

And go home with your head in a sling.

Christow show run had a mention,

So if fitness is more your intention

Forrest would so

Love to see you all go

Round a course of his sole invention.

I'd like to confess that I had a real fear

That a worthy trail would fail to appear when you said that there were three

And what the distance would be

The sorrow that I felt was quite sincere.

A run round 'Kerswell lanes is just the ticket.

No marks on those false trails? That's just not cricket.

We revelled in the drama

Of the sunset panorama

But a lesser man would tell you where to stick it!

Counting pubs that we passed or went near?

On this subject we weren't really clear.

Whilst out on the Long

Two of us went wrong

And missed out the Linney. Oh dear!

By Harry, this cannot be right!

A long split, the pub almost in sight?

This could really get one's goat

There should be beer going down the throat

No, we're subject of his sleight.

There's one thing we'd like you to know:

You put on a jolly good show.

It's so easy-going

With food, and beer flowing

Say those of us named just below.

 

Yours faithfully and cetera and so forth

 

Beefy, Pisswell, SMEllie, Warm Front, Twin Cheeks, Miss Inn, Psycho, Mouldy Dick, Wick Dipper, Roger the Lodger, Ollie, Well Hopped, Big End, Wet Fart, Archangel, Pocket Rocket, Bee Flicker, Jo, Man Pig, Strap Dancer, Strap-On, Fukarwe, Coldtits, Able Semen, Flying Pig, Rise and Shine, Zen Emptiness, Monica, Georgie P'Orgy and Piltdown Man. 

 

For those who are interested, the Trail went something like this:

 

Out of the pub car park and right onto School Road. Check right to Dobbin Arch, over the railway and left onto Church End Road. Past the church and right to Foredown Lane. Check left up Maddacombe Road, over the South Devon Highway, left across the car park to the steep descent to Church Way Lane. At the end, a left turn onto Whilborough Road and left onto Huxnor Road. South Devon Highway was under us, again, as we reached Yon Street. Back over the railway to Rose Hill and left down Daccabridge Road, a climb to Fore Street followed by a down gradient to Torquay Road. We headed for the Hare and Hounds where we doubled back up Southey Lane, up to the roundabout and right onto Daccombe Mill Lane at the end of which we turned right. Shortly, a left took us along a gated thoroughfare, following a brook, then on to Willow Park Lane and then the gulley to Coffinswell Lane. Then it was left onto Bushmead Avenue, through to Priory Avenue leading to Newton Road. We continued onto Torquay Road where, unbelievably, we ran past Cole's Lane for last Long split. So, for us, it was Aller Road to Aller Cross, taking us over the railway again. We hit Old Newton Road which took us back to Church End Road, our fourth railway crossing and On Home the way we had come out.

7.7 miles recorded, for a great deal of which I tried to keep pace with Warm Front so, it turned into quite a workout. Thanks Warm Front 

 

And thanks, Shitfaced, for the great Trail.

Two sets of words

 Scroll down to see Well Hopped Words for Run #2139

PLEASE NOTE VENUE CHANGE

 

TVH THE WORDS Run #2140

 

Monday 3rd August

The Sea Trout at Staverton

Hare: Man-Pig

Who was there:

Hare man pig, archangel, beefy, beeflicker, coldtits, forrest stump, flying pig, fukarewe, knotty, pisswell, piltdown man, simba, s.m.ellie, well hopped, wet fart, ned, chocca and perry, (I think i've forgotten 1 more)

Circle up.

S.m ellie asked for dates for September, most of September is free so desperately need hares.

Archangel reminded everyone about the bbq on the 15th and asked for numbers.

Piltdown demanded cash, beefy did his hash flash all while we waited for the hare to turn up, who happened to be waiting for s.m.ellie at the train station, who just happened to be at the circle up. Or something was going to go wrong today, that was it, shirley.

Man pig finally arrived and explained that there's a W/L/S, 2x swim stops ( I'm positive he said sweety stop) pub will stay open past 9pm for us as previously arranged, and for us to ignore yellow chalked marks on posts as his precise military planning had ensured we have a drama free hash. The 7p's have really come into play for tonight.

The trail...

With a change of instructions, man pig told us to F.OFF that way, so we exited the car park and headed down hill, being in the middle of nowhere, we could be as loud as we wished so lots of on ons were called.

Along eight trees, the walkers broke off right while the rest of us carried on and then turned left down south ford lane, we all stayed in a pack for most of the trail. It was great we were all together. We then turned right down a plot path in the trees along the river all the way to Staverton train station.

Flying pig, simba, beefy and beeflicker would be doing a lot of checking from here. We ran past the station and a long haul along the road before bearing right up a bridleway, which kept going up and up. At the top we turned right and then quickly left and down the hill bearing right before breaking off the road onto another bridleway which again went up and up and up.

At the end of the path, we pretty much went straight across the road and down another wooded pathway where we came to the L/S split.

Knotty opted for the shorts while everyone else apart from, forrest, archangel and coldtits who were not to be seen, not sure where they got too, (maybe we will find out later).

From the split, the long headed down a freshly cut pathway with many hashers being stabbed by thorns through their trainers while pisswell played with the horse, wafting the flies from its face, could have done with you doing that for us in the bridleways with all the flies and bugs we encountered!

At the end of the fields, we turned right down a short road and then right again along another bug infested bridleway and climbed up and up until we hit the road. The FRB's waited here for the ladies and manpig and I took the opportunity to admire the views and take some pics.

We were all back together again so we headed off down hill, fukarewe leading the pack to claim the glory of being in front and 1st back. While running down the hill, we came to sandy Lane where the missing coldtits, archangel and forrest were caught being SCBs but archangel and forrest protested that coldtits led them astray and made them do it. I think it was safer for them to obey her orders. From here we all ran together down the last little bit of the hill and back to the pub.

Pisswell, S.m.ellie, flying pig and beeflicker decided to do a bit extra and back to the swim stop for a swim in the river and a dip to her waist for S.m.ellie. Beeflicker had to beg and admit to pisswell that she is the queen of and best at laying trails in order to get his trainers back which were destined for a swim of their own, before running back to the pub for the down downs.

Upon getting back to the pub, man pig and beefy were waiting as the pub had closed on us so we had no venue, another thing to go wrong, shirley nothing else could as manpig had planned it with precision, so we headed to the Dartbridge inn where fukarewe, forrest and archangel were already sat outside swigging down the beers.

Once all outside, we decided to proceed with the down downs, what else could possible go wrong?

The 1st down down went to S.m.ellie for being lost and found and for going for a swim even though she can't swim, man pig could have been needed to administer CPR if ellie drowned.

The 2nd down down went to... hold that, we had a visit from the bar maid ordering us to be quiet as they were also a hotel and guests were trying to sleep, with the pub being right next to a busy main road we could hardly hear ourselves speak as it was, shirley the guests could help themselves by closing their windows. Bad things come in 3s they say and that was the 3rd, anyway, onto the shshshshshs down down number 2..

This went to flying pig for telling pisswell she was mean for wanting to throw beeflickers trainers in the river. Down down number 3 was awarded to forrest for arriving to the start at the wrong pub, which turned out to be the right pub in the end.

The last.down down went to.... ooooh hold that thought again as we had another visitor from the pub staff, this time a telling off for fukarewe and archangel for parking their cars in the carpark but not in parking spaces, they had parked blocking the restricted areas blocking other cars and were ordered to move them, it's a good job we were leaving soon..

So, the last down down was for the hare himself. Manpig had the last half pint for an amazing, fault and hassle free trail where with so much planning and organising, nothing could possibly go wrong... this shirley has to be trail of the year, not just for the trail but the antics that happened throughout. This will definitely be one of those trails that no one will forget.

Amazing trail manpig and a lot of laughter and enjoyment, thank you.

On on to only here for the beers house for bbq. Bring money, hopefully, we won't have to be quiet there!

On on. BEEFLICKER