Hash no 1985 The Warren House Inn’s Eternal flame.

Here are the words that Pisswell provided after her dramatic and memorable trail from the Warren House Inn. The coinciding of Winfield's passing the day after, caused a breakdown in the usual posting that Pisswell provides. My apologies for the confusion.

Please sing along to this tune

The Bangles - Eternal Flame (Official Video) - YouTube

Close your eyes, give me your hands, hashers

Do you feel the fire beating?

Do you understand? It’s the Warren Inn

Fires been lit for ever!

Is this burning an eternal flame?

I believe they’ve lifted their ban hashers

Best behaviour at down downs

Circle up with me

Can you see Pizwell? Can you see to Grimspound?

Or is that Birch Tor, heather clad, on trail?

( change of tune)

Some folklore

Deep inside the moor

Hairy hands at Postbridge

What the devil are cards for?

I don't want to lose this card game, oh no

Vitifer

Running through Tin mines

A whole trail of gulleys

A BB split is signed

I don't want to lose at cards here, oh no

( back to original tune)

Close your eyes, show me your hand, hashers

B’neath the tor your hearts beating?

Devils looking on. See those glowing eyes?

Or is that just a puma?

Are those eyes burning, an eternal flame?

Close your eyes, won’t see the snakes, hashers

Sweetie stop is there waiting

Chance to go on home, near the miners ruin?

Rest on on to Birch tor

Is the sunset an eternal flame?

Open eyes, look at the view, hashers

Can’t you feel your hearts beating?

Did you do the long? Did you see the bees?

Anyone been flicking?

Oh (no tarmac, (too tame!))

Getting dark, turn on your lights, hashers

As you run the two moors way.

Stop at Bennett’s cross. Safely made it back.

Scaredy cats all dreaming

Back to Warren and eternal flame

Dartmoor hash, give me your feed back hashers….

A LOVELY MAN

a David Hyde tribute

 

 

 

When I saw the stark news that Winfield had passed away, I was deeply shocked. We all knew that he was in hospital after his recent misfortune, but I cherished the belief that he would pull through.

 

Throughout the rest of the day, my thoughts were of him and how long we had known each other - not only on the hash but the time when we both were at Torbay Athletic club.

 

Now that the initial shock has subsided a little, I feel I must pay tribute to a great - and I do mean great - hasher, athlete and gentle man.

 

As the years pass, my recollection of time-frames fade. What follows may be a little disjointed or inaccurate, perhaps bordering on the incoherent, but it is, nevertheless, from the heart.

 

For longer than I know, Winfield (a clever hash naming derived from Dave's longstanding work as a manager at Woolworths) was 'Dad' to me on the hash.

 

It was an affectionate term and Dave played along with it. 

 

Everyone knew who 'Dad' was and often referred to him as such. It even spilled over onto the running club, I can remember Greg Fine calling him that down at the club.

 

Perhaps I am rambling, but I vividly recall a hash of yesteryear somewhere far out in the wilds - out of our usual hash territory.

 

I had gone off trail when my headtorch suddenly failed. There were no houses or habitation and it was pitch black. I found myself caught in a dense thicket and was unable to escape. I called as loud as I could for help and my voice carried across the valley.

 

Far away, Winfield turned and said: 'Is that my boy calling?' but he had no idea where I was. The story can be confirmed by Sparkie, Dave's son-in-law. 

 

Habitually late to hashes from his work, he came across me tangled up in fallen trees and rescued me. Definitely a Winfield family night I will always remember with great fondness.

 

Strangely, this was the first thing that I thought of when I heard that Winfield had passed away. It was that memorable and noteworthy.

 

As a hasher, Winfield was a legend. He stands high in the TVH Hall of Fame with over 1100 runs to his credit.

 

As it is to all dedicated hashers, Monday evening was special. Winfield was, unlike a few of us, extremely well organized - a key word - which we will revisit a bit later. His chariot (car to non-hashers) was always spotless and his bag neatly packed. When he retired, Winfield delighted in upgrades to later models, and it was quite luxurious being given a lift in his chariot.

 

Winfield loved a testing trail, the longer, the harder, the shiggiest, the better. I remember him as a FRB (front running b...!) and he was always up there with the lads, cracking a joke and revelling in the test.

Back in the OD (pub on down), Winfield was the life and soul of the party and was often in line for a down-down (penalty drink of beer).

 

Scanning through the archives, I have found dozens of video clips of Winfield downing the ale!

 

As time inevitably took its toll, Winfield slowed a little but that failed to dampen his enthusiasm and he remained a true hasher to the end.

 

Dave's other love was athletics. I know that he was a very successful and talented runner before he embarked on his hashing 'career'.

 

Old friend Denis Doy of Torbay AC wrote this tribute to Dave:

 

Outstanding veteran marathon runner. Great friend and training partner. Credit to the great sporting county of Essex.

 

Dave was extremely modest. You would never hear him talking of his running exploits but apparently he had trophies for road races from ten miles up to a marathon.

 

I can vouch for his stamina. Dave would, like many marathon runners, have a long run on Sundays. Flossie (Andrea Wallace, Torbay AC) might recall one run a few years ago when I joined her, Dave, little Horace (John Hambly) and Flossie's son, (Patrick) Beep Beep for a fifteen miler out at Cockwood, Dawlish.

 

I could hardly stand at the finish but Dave was only just getting going. I missed the next day's hash but Dave was there!

 

We turn to his service to Torbay AC. For quite a few years, Dave was Race Director for the Torbay Half Marathon. It took up a huge amount of his time.

 

Dave was reluctant to delegate duties to others, wanting to make sure it was done to his very high standards. He was a great motivator and organizer. He even got me involved by being the lead cyclist for the race a few times.

 

There were meetings after meetings, discussions even carried over to our social evening up at the Devon Dumpling, Thursday night!

 

I am not sure if Anne knew, but Winfield was always mentioning her and how he was neglecting her and all the chores he should have been doing at home. He often said that the only way he could get away with it was by booking a consolation cruise. There was always a rush to get things in hand before they set sail. Dear Winfield.

 

It was a sad day when Dave messaged me to say that he could no longer be the admin on our page. For more years than I can recall, he wrote the words for our runs. He instilled in me the importance of not missing a week and ensuring someone wrote them.

 

Looking through the many comments on our hasher page and Torbay AC's page, the words 'lovely man' are repeated so many times.

 

A typical comment from BroadS: 

 

Winfield was an awesome chap. Such a lovely guy and so welcoming when I joined. He will be sorely missed. On on Winfield.

 

This from Andy Philippou of Torbay AC: 

 

Proper gentleman, had time for everyone.

 

So many comments of love and the regard that Dave was held in by hashers and runners alike.

Dave touched so many lives. Always smiling, always positive and so inspirational. Most of all he was regarded as a true gentleman.

 

I was proud to call him Dad. In another life, I would have been proud to have had him as my real Dad.

 

Goodbye, Dave, we love you.

 

Run #1986 Monday 11th September 7:15 pm circle from Forrest's abode at Tinkley Bottom nr Trusham in the Teign Valley TQ13 0NT

BYO food and drink. There will be a barbie on the go. Forrest will provide soup and rolls. Bring any leftover fire works from last year’s cancelled bonfire hash! Forrest adds that camping is available.

TALES OF THE UNEXPECTED & CONDOLENCES ON THE PASSING OF A GENTLEMAN

 TVH3 The Words for 4th September 2023  

Warren House Inn, Postbridge 

 

Run No. 1985

 

HARE: Pisswell

Who wuz there: Pisswell, Beefy, Man-Pig, Shitfaced, Forrest-Stump, Perry, Piltdown Man, Georgie Porgy, Smellie, Coldtits, Big End, Well Hopped, Broken Man, Fallen Woman, Strap-On, U-Bend, Ernie, Melon Picker, Soapy, Pork Torpedo, Horny & Beeflicker.

Circle

One week on from the bank holiday, the pack size was still smaller than usual at 21. 

Nevertheless, the epic trek into the middle of Dartmoor didn't perturb those 21 individuals. 

We were in no doubt that the Hare would not disappoint.

Shitfaced welcomed all but had little to announce so over to Man-Pig for an update on Winfield.

The original draft of the Words had been sent to Bluebird for publishing an hour before I learnt of Winfield's passing. Hence an update is both necessary and appropriate. Man-Pig had spoken with Mrs Winfield, Hovel Annie, on Friday. At that time, Winfield was in Dawlish hospital. As you might expect, he was not in a good way but he was strong in his mind and he grasped Annie's arm very firmly when she was visiting. Annie also mentioned that Pottsie was also in the same award and, also, with a broken neck. You really couldn't make it up. 

I have since heard that Pottsie is now back at home. Obviously, we all wish him a full and speedy recovery.

I appreciate that some of our newer members of the Hash might not have met Winfield. 

The first word that springs to mind whenever I think of Winfield is "gentleman". Winfield was always polite, helpful and led by example. He was a great long distance runner. 

For several years, he was the main organiser of the Torbay half marathon. And, in the same way in which Rambo encouraged Hashers to have a go at the Grizzly, Winfield did the same with the Torbay half marathon. As his Hash name implied, Winfield was connected with Woolworths. For many years he had been the manager for the Dawlish branch of Woolworths. Winfield, together with Pottsie and Teapot, are the elder statesmen of TVH3 and without them TVH3 would simply not exist. I think that I am correct in saying that Pottsie was one of our founder members.

For several years, Winfield was at the core of TVH3. His daughter Jo (Gobbler) and son-in-law (Sparky) were also regular attendees for many years. As a group, TVH3 extend our condolences to Hovel Annie, Gobbler, Sparky and the rest of Winfield's family. We also thank Winfield for his huge contribution to TVH3 over many, many years. 

 

We've had many a great trail from Winfield and have a lot to be grateful for. It is a privilege to say that I've spent many a run with Winfield and enjoyed every single one them.

On the subject of Teapot, Pisswell has seen him at Torbay Hospital and spoken with Desperate Housewife (daughter) regarding visiting etc. so expect an update soon.

Hare raiser, Smellie, is OK for Hares up to October so it was over to tonight's Hare - Pisswell.

Before the Hare had even opened her mouth, the pack couldn't but help noticie her gloves....furry, very furry. What had this got to do with the trail? What indeed? Read on. 

Dartmoor is in Pisswell's blood. She knows all tracks, the people and its folklore. Pisswell relayed a number of stories and legends about the moor. It commenced with the somewhat improbable story that the Warren House Inn is famous for its fire not having gone out for over 300 years. 

 

Next there was a story about a church tower in Widecombe that was split in two by the Devil who rode off on his horse only to throw his pack of cards across the moor. Continuing in this vein, hashers were strongly advised to collect any playing cards that they might encounter on trail lest a fate worse that death await them upon their return. 

 

Finally, the hairy hands. There is a story that the hairy hands of the moor will grab you from behind. This is most likely to occur when you are crossing a small bridge near the sweetie stop. Ooooo....errr!

Just before embarking onto the trail, Pisswell relayed two warnings.

A puma had escaped from a nearby private zoo (a true story apparently but not necessarily from this year!) and there was a part of the trail marked BB; BB for Bluebird as this part of the trail was a bit dodgy.

Well, nothing to worry about really; just the Devil, some ghoul with hairy hands and a puma. To cap it all, we would be returning to a pub that should, by rights, have burned down years ago. I wonder what its building's insurance premium is?

The Trail

Even before commencing the trail, the scenery in itself was already worth the journey. We could clearly see Grimspound in the distance, and the sun had just set behind the pub. What a beautiful evening with a warm, but fresh, breeze to refresh the soon to be sweating Hashers.

The Pig set off on the return trail and had to be called back whilst the rest of the pack headed off in a southeasterly direction. The landscape here had been mined (lead I think) way back when? 

We were running along the ridgeline of deep furrows when a BB (Bluebird) mark had the more adventurous dropping down into a complex of deep furrows. The most dangerous of the mine workings had been fenced off but it was still a bum-sliding descent for all of us to the bottom of the Bluebirdesque obstacle course. As promised, we came across a pack of playing cards and we all took one - that is ONE EACH Melonpicker!

Soon we were at the sweetie stop and the remains of an old building which must have been mining related. Why on earth would it be there otherwise? Over a tiny stone bridge we pattered and on to the Walkers'/Long & Shorts' split.

The Walkers' had a short 1.5 mile loop back to the car park whilst the Longs' and the Shorts' went eastwards and up. A pair of arrows had the pack turn north and up again to the top of Birch Tor and north again to the Long/Short split on the Two Moors Way.

FRB Beeflicker was long gone. I hadn't seen him since the car park. The balance of the Longs' comprised Beefy, Big End, Well Hopped, Ernie and Man-Pig. The Longs' proved to be a loop east along Two Moors Way before bearing southeast off the Two Moors Way and then southwest to Headland Warren Farm. Even before seeing the farm, we detected the whiff of a wood fire burning. The same smell that we had just caught on the outward trail and our first ascent to be atop Birch Tor. First?!

Yes. First. The trail took us back to the two arrows that we'd seen on the outward trail. 

All was clear - well clearish as it was beginning to get a bit dipsy. It looked as though the Longs' would be ascending Birch Tor - again - and then completing the trail by following the Shorts' trail west along the Two Moors Way. 

Just past the Tor, we caught up with Coldtits and Smellie. Beefy elected to shepherd the tail-enders home whilst Ernie, the Pig, Well Hopped and Big End closed in on the solitary torchlight at Bennett's Cross where Pisswell was....errrr, resting? It was now, ahem, quite dark. We were only 100 yards from the main road and, in the absence of a torch, the prospect of a 1km canter along the road was looking really rather inviting.

It was not to be as Pisswell directed us down a fairly broad track that took us back to the sweetie stop where we picked up the Walkers' return trail. Fortunately, despite the tales of hairy-handed ghouls and pumas, I was in the company of two good samaritans - Big End and Well Hopped. Even better, they both had torches. I snuck in between them for the final kilometre home.

Back in the car park, it was DARK. Definitely torches required after 8.30 now, even without any tree cover. Back at the pub, we worked out that the "missing" comprised Pisswell, Beefy, Smellie and Coldtits. From our vantage point at the Warren House, we could look down onto 

the trail. Sure enough, one, two and then three torchlights appeared meandering slowly long the trail. Pisswell and Coldtits with torches, Smellie with mobile phone light and Beefy, evidently benefitting from a diet of carrots.

Down-Downs

All safely back at the pub, it was time for the Down-Downs. Forrest Stump assumed RA'ing duties on the basis that he would not be RA'ing on his own trail next week. For some reason, the pub preferred us to do our down-downs outside. Equally perplexingly, we all had to be out of the pub by 9.30. In fairness, this is an isolated pub and makes all of its money from the tourist trade. I doubt if it gets much trade after 8pm.

There were only two non-hashers in the pub. As a matter of courtesy we explained what we were up to, and they elected to come outside and watch the spectacle of the Down-Downs. Whatamistakatomaka.

Outside, Ernie was desperate to give away two awards - the Hashshit shirt and the birthday hat. Forrest called for anyone who had a birthday that week. No one answered. Then, foolishly, our non-Hasher friend (Gerard from Dorset) mentioned that it was his 50th birthday. A half pint 

was thrust into his hand - but he was driving. So, he took one sip and handed the glass to his wife who was videoing all this on her phone. Even better, she is teetotal. This didn't prevent her from disposing of the remaining beer in pretty short order to the tune of all the rights notes

 - but not necessarily in the right order.

Back to Ernie - again.

"Do you recall Pisswell's instruction to take one card from the deck?"

"Yes", replied the Hash.

"How many have you got Melonpicker?"

"Err don't know. Twenty?"

Forrest poured the half pint into the child's wellington boot (unwashed since The Monks' Retreat) whilst songmeister, Pork Torpedo, kicked off with "He doesn't kiss the girls anymore....."

Third Down-Down went to the Hare for yet another excellent trail. No abductions by the Devil, and no-one eaten by a puma. This must be some measure of success. The songmeister offered up:

"The hairs of her dickiedido....." or should that be "Hares on her dickiedido"?

The final half, along with the Hash shirt, is returned to Ernie....and I'm blessed if I can remember why.

Another moorland extravaganza, replete with local folklore. Thank you Pisswell. A fantastically beautiful run.

Next week

Next week's Hash is at Tinkley Bottom (chez Forrest) with barbecue - bring your own food to BBQ and booze. Forrest will supply soup and rolls. Also, bring any unused fireworks from last year's cancelled bonfire night Hash and don't forget your TORCHES!

On-On to next week  

RIP Winfield.

Monday 4th September map

 Run #1985 Monday 4th September 7:15 pm circle up from Warren House Inn, Postbridge, Yelverton PL20 6TA with Pisswell.

 

ORWELLIAN DARK OVERTONES ON RUN #1984?

TVH3 The Words for 28th August 2023 

by Man-Pig

Staverton Railway Station 

Run No. 1984

HARE: Beefy

Who wuz there: Beefy, Man-Pig, Shitfaced, Forrest-Stump, Perry, Smellie, Coldtits, Slip-on-Me, Satnav, Ablesemen, Pisswell, Ernie, Melon Picker, Soapy, Palmolive & Beeflicker

Circle

Shitfaced welcomed a smaller pack than usual to Staverton Railway Station car park. Amazingly, the pack was so small that most of the Hash managed to park in the small car park. Beefy was the Hare for this now, almost annual, post Ales & Rails Beer Festival Hash run.

Shitfaced asked Satnav for an update on Teapot who has contracted sepsis. Basically, there was no update. Man-Pig asked if anyone had any more news regarding Winfield but, again, no updates so over to the Hareraiser - Smellie. Currently we're OK for Hares up to 5th October. There then ensued discussions about red dress runs with Soapy, Melonpicker and Forrest all volunteering to lay more trails. Splendid.

Over to the Hare - Beefy.

"There are two Long/Short splits. the Longs is about 5 miles. The Walkers 1.2 miles. Shorts about 3 miles".

There were then some instructions about what to do if you saw a Network Rail symbol on the ground in flour. I think everyone ignored this and plumped for the "easy to understand" OH symbol.

Most importantly, there were plenty of beers left over from the beer festival!

The Trail

Despite being at almost the same location as our Hash from a fortnight ago, there was virtually no duplication of the trail. The Walkers had a short meander and appeared to be staying on the north bank of the Dart. The Longs' and the Shorts', meanwhile, were directed over the level crossing, past the mill and up into North Wood. But would the auspicious 1984 trail have any Orwellian dark undertones? As it turned out, the only darkness was a lack of natural light towards the end of the trail.....torches next week per chance?

Almost as soon as we entered the wood, the dots had us bear sharp right and up a long broad path before deviating left and up again. The trail took us up to almost the highest point of North Wood and the first Long/Short split. I rather suspect that it was only Man Pig and Beeflicker on the Long at this point. 

 

We looped around the top, past the remnants of survival bashers before getting a little off trail just above Dartington. Soon we were back on trail and encountered Forrest Stump and Perry.

 

The trail was incredibly well marked with closely spaced dots of flour. Just as well as it was decidedly dipsy in the woods. We encountered Soapy and Palmolive at the edge of the wood as we headed north-east and downhill to the second Long/Short split.

The second Long had us on the upper path running towards Stillpool Coppice and thence towards Deer Park. At the edge of Deer Park, a dot on a cube of timber had us pass through the stone wall and down to the banks of the Dart heading due west. The Stillpool was very still. There was no water in it at all! 

 

The trail followed the outside of the wall until dropping down to the edge of the Dart. It was quite steep in places. At least two fallen trees made natural bridges onto an island but there were no marks so this was not our Orwellian challenge. Eventually, we exited at the same point at which we entered the wood.

Back at the car park, all was not done. Both the Longs' and the Shorts' were directed up towards Staverton. The trail then took us into the chlildren's playing area, around the cricket field and then onto the duckboards behind the tennis courts. We haven't been on these duckboards for years. Across the pedestrian level crossing and the On Home sign with Beeflicker, Forrest, Palmolive and Soapy not far behind.

Another lovely trail. Thank you Beefy. But the best was yet too come; our own private mini- beer festival. What a perfect way with which to round off the Bank Holiday weekend!

Down-Downs

Forrest-Stump was our RA for the evening and he had a lot of stories up his sleeve. First up was Ernie on a parking charge. Initially, Ernie was at the circle after having double parked on the road. On entering the usually full car park, he spied two spaces. A quick disappearing trick and he was back with his car; now nicely parked and closer to the bar! A note for the "double parker".

Almost immediately, the second down-down was awarded to Pisswell. She had been last to arrive back at the On-Down as she'd been for a swim...and then complained that the river was cold! Hold it in you hand Mrs Murphy.

The next Down-Down went to Beefy for another excellent trail but somehow the tables got turned on the RA so it was a double-down-down for the Hare and the RA.

Poor Ernie was still trying to give away his birthday hat from a fortnight ago but we'd run out of Down-Downs.

We concluded the Down-Downs by thanking the railway volunteers (George & friend) for staffing the bar just for us and then invited them to join us for our "food to share".

And, with low numbers, there was plenty of food to share. Two very nice flans, courtesy of Pisswell and Beefy I think. Forrest had brought some Tandoori chicken - but wanted the bones back! The Harriets had also done a fine job of bringing more nibbles and taking control of clearing up operations. It all worked rather well so a big "Thankyou" to Beefy for both Haring and organising the scoff.

Next week

Next week's Hash is at The Warren House Inn, Postbridge (assuming that they will have us - apparently, the last time that we tried to arrange the On-Down there we were not welcome!). The Hare is, once again, Pisswell. Sterling service.

On-On to next week.

MONDAY 28TH AUGUST MAP

Run #1984 Monday 28th August 7:15 pm circle up from South Devon Railway - Staverton Station, Staverton, Totnes TQ9 6AG with hare Beefy. Please bring food to share.

 

SNAKES AND LADDERS IN THE VINEYARD - WITH JUST A HINT OF ENTRAPMENT

 Run #1983 Monday 21st August 

from Sandridge Barton, the home of Sharpham wine

Hare: Pisswell

(Tune for trail Red, Red wine, UB40)

As I said to Man-Pig, this is an all singing, all dancing, read it on the toilet when you have a cup of tea or (maybe even a meal) type of words! As the UB40 song is incredibly long and so was this hash! 

As this is a bit Epic, please leave comments if you have been left out or weren’t there, (Coldtits.) So this is a rough idea of the evening with the right facts possibly, but not necessarily in the right order!

Who woz there?

Bluebird in spirit, minus puncture

Bobby ball, late comer 

Returnee - Only here for the wine/beer!

Sat Nav, Shitfaced, ManPig, Forrest stump and Perry, Archangel, Zoot, Hotlips and son (what’s your real name, Ollie?) Smellie, Piltdown Man, Georgie Porgie, Erection and smaller Erection, Wet Johnny and son and friend, Beefy, Strap on, Strap dancer, Mateus Rose, Slip on me, Fukarwe, Wetfart, Pisswell, Piddler, Ernie, 

Libby and Paddy, (soon to be renamed), Beeflicker, Squashed Balls, Twin Buffers, Popeye and partner ( sorry unsure of name?), Rise and shine, Twiggy, Fallen woman and U-bend.

The circle

GM Shitfaced asked people what was happening tonight that had never happened before with TVH3. Little did he know that by the end of the evening, he would have not known the answer to his own question! At that point, it was that we had parked in an undercover car park.

Subs were asked for. Forrest had obliged. Still haven’t seen the money, Forrest! 

Smelly was asked about up-coming hares required. Can’t remember what she said! ? End of Sept.

Beefy reminded of next week's Staverton beer festival hash and to please bring food to share at the railway.

The hares

Pisswell and Libby, leaving Paddy, the fireman attending the fire. 

Pisswell welcomed everyone  to Sandridge Barton winery and vineyard. Our hosts for the evening were her daughter Libby, in training to be a wino and her boyfriend Paddy, who passed out long ago in wine, and who both work there.  They would be giving us a short wine tasting on our return and had tweaked our down downs to make them more interesting!

Annie was chief chef for the night with limited ingredients, which we would ask a donation for. Beer/ cider maybe £2, donations for bacon butties.

Pisswell reminded that there are, of course, no rules in hashing but for the night, we had only  two rules for the vineyard.

1 To keep on trail at all times. This is a working farm and we were to be running through crops yet to be harvested. We already had had to reroute due to the bleating sheep in the orchard and a worried farmer. So dogs under control, and please be respectful of holiday-makers staying in the buildings. 

2. If you wanted to survive this game of snakes and ladders, you have to comply with moving sweetie stops. ( A la Melonpicker at a previous hash). So if you got offered a sweetie stop, you must take it or it will affect your mileage and you will live to regret it!  If you were asked to “ shake” please do so and do not move forward until instructed.

The route was about 5m for everyone. Everyone was wished good luck and may the best man win!

The start

First shake to walkers, who went with Paddy to their first sweetie stop and a ride up the road to the vineyard. Our cunning plan for the second shake was to then gather the FRBs and take them back the mile to restart!

Meanwhile, Libby in the smaller gator would keep the group together by offering sweetie stops, whilst Paddy returned to prep the wine tasting.

The route: Red Red Wine sing a long

https://youtu.be/2DTrMa-r56Y

Red, red wine goes to my head

Makes me forget that I’ve, a  great place to show 

Red, red wine, it's up to you

Here at Sandridge Barton 

Winery to - vineyard you go

I'd have sworn that this time

Old hash rules leave my head

There's just two, Keep on trail.

There's one more, please don’t forget!

Red, red wine, no choice of three

Don't let me hear you moan

We’re all on the same, my great plan.

All must have, sweety stops

Moving stop is what I said 

If you’re slow, there's a lift

Just one stop gets you ahead!

Red, red wine, Pad in safari truck

Gets you past all the longs 

FRBs depart, back to the start

Red red wine, vineyard is oh so fine

Play snakes and ladders, all of the time

Red red wine, which row is the right one?

A million dollar question to which way you will run.   

Red red wine, you make it look so mad

Doing checks down the row, it make me feel bad

Red red wine, the fields all look so fine

Gatter cheating shortcut, eating sweets saves time! 

Red red wine, words give me whole heap to sing

Forgot the tune? then just do your own thing!

Red red wine, the quay I  know you will love

On to the boat house you can see in from above

Red red wine, you can jump into the Dart

Wrestle gators, don’t let it stop your heart

Red red wine inna Dundee style

Red red wine inna rolling croc style

Yeah

Give me a likkle time, let me clear up my mind

Give me a shorter song, going mad, far too long

Give me red wine, kind growing on the vine

You run me through lines all of the time

Red red wine, in and out the vines

Libby helps on gatter, pon the sweetie line

Wine gums choke, the gater get broke

One bad hasher fought the croc and he got soaked!

Red red wine, I'm gonna show you the view

Run up and down, I know yuh love to do

Red red wine, I'm sure for Dittisham you’ll die 

Get view of the Dart, and that's no lie

Red red wine, can't get lane out my mind

When you jump the tree, that you’ll surely find

You'll surely find, find the track, just go back

Give me a little time, let me get 'em back on time

Give me a little sign, winerys where we’ll find

Paddy makes wine, treading grapes from the vine

We make him make wine all of the time

Red red wine, Paddy makes such good wine

Don’t look back and ease up on the sweet deadline

The line broke, the gator get choked

It won’t cost us nothing eating cheese with these notes

Red red wine, you really know how to love

Your kind of tasting like a wine thief from above

Red red wine, I loved Bacchus from the start

Right past pino, Madeline won my heart

Red red wine, we too posh to do down downs 

Whole heap of beers round the fire we have found

Downing beer inna hashing style

Bacon butties, all in a while

Yeah

We trod on grapes to make some down down wine!

We used the wine thief, it looked so fine

Red red wine, a thanks before you dash

I owe a million dollars to our hosts of the hash 

Lib and Pad, this song has sent me mad

Play the music as you sing, it won’t seem so bad!!!

The Downdowns

Again, not particularly correct and not necessarily in the right order!

Sorry to all the people who couldn’t wait any longer, but after the cheese, biscuits and wine tasting, and a spot of optional shopping, we burnt a bit of bacon for bacon butties and it all took quite a while.) 

Well done, Forrest, Archangel and Annie, thank you for your help. I must add that I did wash my hands after picking up the stinking sheep skull. It even spooked me, and we had put it there, in the lit up lime kiln! 

Luckily , when I shut all the gates and was tidying up, I had my crocodile from the quay, to defend me. Anyway, food over and then the buckets were prep’d for our first grape treading.

 

Forrest and ManPig shared RA duties and asked for details of misdemeanours. Wet Johnny missed a down down for crocodile wrestling at the Quay. In fact , slicing the croc open later, it was actually Ernie, or did he go home early? All I know was that it was Smellie! Or was WJ in trouble for his ( please be respectful around the holiday lets), shouting Erection?  Zoot also unknowingly missed a down down, for ignoring the hare, I might add! 

Beefy gained a down down himself for “ dobbing,” I think. And then we waited and waited. We washed his feet in icy water, he trod the squishy grapes and then his juices were collected to make a dirty beer , delivered courtesy of the wine thief! A delightful lack of singing accompanied this down down! 

Smellie was next up for constantly asking about the mileage, despite knowing the rules of the sweetie stops. A quick wash, sharing juices of the sexy foot bath and wine treading with Beefy, she drank to a serenade from Archangel, which I think he made up so we were unable to join in!

Next was the hare, who tried to fob it off to daughter Libby unsuccessfully. She lost most of it down her front, following a chorus of “ hold it in your hand Mrs Murphy”. The hare returned afterwards to stand in the bucket again, she was then awarded her 200th hash badge award along with “ get a life, get a life, get a life, life, life”!

As (I think) a thanks for their hard efforts, next was a naming, more grapes trod and wine thief down down to Libby, now to be known as Cheesy Nipples! (sorry Lib). Paddy, was named in far more ceremony by ManPig, as Cheesy Helmet! We all had had so such better ideas for names, especially for a part time fireman!

Can’t remember the songs, if at all, as all was forgotten after two renditions of happy birthday to Mrs Campbell ( Bluebird's Mum). Beefy unfortunately forgot to press record on his phone. I’m not sure which version was worse but at 101, I hope she doesn’t care!

Thanks so much for all the help and for everyone “going with the flow” as it was a bit unusual, to put it mildly! And thanks particularly to the Cheesy pair, who made it such a beautiful night to remember. Please come and join us soon hashing, Cheesies. (and I promise Paddy, no more cheesy jokes! ) Next one will be without the hard work. 

This was a real privilege, so I am putting a link in case anyone would like to come again, buy wine or help with harvesting this year. They’re a great team. 

Sandridge Bartonhttps://sandridgebarton.comSandridge Barton

On on to next week at Staverton railway beer festival. Don’t forget to bring food to share. 

PIsswell x

Monday 21st August details and map

 

Run #1983 Monday 21st August 7:15 pm ciircle from Sandridge Barton - the home of Sharpham Wine, Lower Well Farm, Waddeton Rd., Stoke Gabriel, Totnes TQ9 6RL with hare Pisswell.

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