BETTER FLEE THE EIGER SANCTION, KATHMANDU COMMUTE & A SSSS

Run #1802 Monday 8th July from the London Inn at Shaldon with Piltdown & Georgy P'orgy

Holiday time and high summer approaching meant that Shaldon was sardine rammed with visitors. Georgy's directive that parking might be problematic proved spot on and village spaces were very hard to come by though U Bend's super chariot remarkably slotted in right next to the green.

Riding shotgun with Bobby Woll, it was a wise decision to Panzer park in the main Ness car park with Manpig having the same idea, arriving in the lady wife's chariot.

Hashers were milling around and congregating on the green and a goodly turnout it seemed to be (Teapot called it at 44) with a few unfamiliar faces. Three newbies were noted, including Mousegrass from Kathmandu - and that's one helluva commute.

Good to see Klingon, who has been racking up the miles lately; BroadS and Coldtits had all of a mile walk from Teignmouth and Wetfart from across the water also put in one of his infrequent appearances.

Quite a lengthy process at the holiday circle but worthy of note was Piltdown's victory lap of the green after winning the GM's star prize question. After calming down, Piltdown was joined by co-conspirator Georgy to outline what wuz waiting for us out there. 'About 5 for the longs, 3 1/2 for the shorts and a walkers' trail plus a SS' was discerned in the usual chaos and the starter's gun fired to release the warriors and gentle joggers all.

Plonker - still good to gogo after Saturdays's torrid A2B ten plus miler (and a still dehydrated Manpig), just managed to slam the brakes on before charging into the Teign estuary... sigh. Manopause was a reluctant leader as the FRBs gathered themseves for the inevitable frenetic fray. Beefy was quick on the draw to get a vid clip of the charge as the flat tarmac had the pace really rolling. Poacher/Cider, Flasher (completed the across Tor Bay and back swim on Saturday), Runner Bean, Plonker, BroadS (putting himself about this evening and fresh from a PB 5K Promenade Parkrun) Polyfella, Beefy, Manpig and the crazed Bat - yes, Oh Dearly Frantic, we were Shirley frying tonight..

The de rigueur silly sod loop took the longs around about, hereabouts and thereabouts afore returning through the village and WHOA! hard a starboard up Homeyards, botanical gardens bound - the lads going too quickly to spot it and recalled by an observant Beefy. Now it was Game On and the pace was still high Harry. Hitting the main road and seeing the OH across the road it was spin a coin left or right until the hares drove past up the hill!

Back down to the Ness and golf course and the hares' wilful design became clear - Yes Oh Dearly Alarmed, we were going to take on the Eiger Sanction!

And there it was, high above the Ness headland in all its savage glory - only three tenths of a mile in length but a net ascent of some 250 feet - the pain, the pain, the almost unbearable pain.. I cannot possibly tell you the expletive uttered by BroadS as he hit the steepest section but he was evidently well-impressed by the gradient grave..

Most walked but a lone hasher - young Polyfella - kept on truckin' earning the respect of 4 star FRB Runner Bean. And then after blessedly cresting the summit, the Labrador bends beckoned. The Bat was in home territory now and the climb to the road crossing was much easier. There was only one way the trail could go from here - up to the Beacon and there awaiting us was the SSSS manned by Slip on Me and Georgy P. 

Neatly set out on trays were hand-crafted milk, dark and white chocolate covered strawberries - yet another TVH Simply Sensational Sweetie Stop, well done Georgy!

The FRBs didn't tarry long and the battle commenced as we gleefully descended the mile long Better Flee Lane. No, NOT Butterfly Lane as the maps would lead you to believe, Oh Dearly Name Corrupted as this was the very lane that led from Fire Hill* to the grisly gibbet at Forches Cross and not many people know that, Oh Dearly Educating Rita.

Hard right at Forches Cross of old and more glorious rapido tuxedo descent along the aptly named Long Lane for us to rush. The trail kept us guessing and it was the five and a bit miles as promised by Piltdown - though the trudge back up to the Ness CP was an unwelcome extra.

The London Inn was packed out with eaters but we had the outside area to ourselves and they had Proper Job which went down a treat.

Getting my second Proper Job at the tiny bar and in came Archangel. 'I bet you haven't done the trail!' quoth the Bat - but he had, Beacon and all! I doff my Bat hat  to you, Archangel.

WINFIELD'S WISDOM & DOWNDOWNS

An ‘energetic’ trail which lead us around the narrow streets of Shaldon before taking the L/S on a testing climb with great views!! to Bundle Head then on-on up to the Trig point for a Strawberry stop!.

The "Awards" for the evening were presented to:-

POLYFELLA WHO KEPT ON RUNNING UP THOSE HILLS!

ABLE SEMEN WHO COMPLAINED "NOT THAT HILL!"

RUNNER BEAN FOR TRYING NOT TO WEAR THE BAT HAT, now has the Cow Hat!

MOUSEGRASS OUR VISITOR,WHO LIVES IN KATHMANDU.

* Ancient name for where the Beacon/trig point is now sited

Not often do I have the luxury of a lift and long-suffering Bobby had to wait for the four or so pints of Proper Job to be Bat-imbibed before the second trudge back to the Panzer. A made to measure trail for the longs and a splendid evening enjoyed by all, thank you, Piltdown and Georgy.

ON ON to next week and mark the NEW instructions carefully please:  NOW near BRIDGE BETWEEN Trenchford & Tottiford Reservoirs os ref 50°37'52.9"N 3°40'57.6"W nearest code TQ13 9 OD. Bridford Inn Bridford (Deep Semen & Poacher)

Hash 1801 from Ilsington

ALONG THE LONG LONG, A WONG WEI LONG* & A FIST OF STEEL

Run #1801 from the Carpenters Arms at Ilsingon with Bobby and Winfield

To the darkest depths of Ilsington we travelled for the trail of the unlikely pairing of Panzer Bobby and English knight Winfield - what would they have in store [sic] for us, we pondered... Rumours of macheted jungle and all terrain vehicles had spread like wildfire and we were prepared for anything that the Rottenführer could throw at us..

 

The circle roll call on a beautiful early summer's evening was forty one: Piltdown, Woof Woof, Beefy, Flasher, Winfield, Bobby, Teapot, GM Shitfaced, T Humper, I-Poo'd, Soapy & Melon Picker, Doris & Rambo, Pan Fart & Bush Baby and Wiki, 69, SatNav, 3Sum, Manpig, Forrest, Able, Fukarwi, WJ, Manopause (back from leg wound), Erection, Fallen Woman & Broken Man, Hagen Daz and Harry, Pork Torpedo & Hornie, Pisswell, Slip on Me, BB, BroadS, SM Ellie, Piddler, Wiggy and Archangel.

A newbie, Wiki (daughter of Pan Fart & Bush Baby) was presented and duly flour initiated by Teapot. Then the hares were summoned and the chaos Shirley began..

The G & T that Bobby had been regaled with post lay, courtesy of Broken Man and Fallen Woman's fully equipped camper, had Shirley further addled the tank commander's brain and he embarked upon a garbled explanation of the trail. 'I thought that the long was getting too long so I've marked a long long (LL) as well as the normal long, so if you don't want to go too long take the long and not the long long..' long sigh. At this point, Winfield was seen slowly edging away, hoping to disassociate himself from the impending travesty.

Never mind, Oh Dearly Resigned to Their Fate, and we were sent on our way into the Ilsington Twilight Zone and the mayhem materialised Mavis at the first check but twenty metres away. Scouts were sent up and down the hill and shouts of 'ON ON' were heard from both directions until Winfield directed the hapless hash down the rock strewn Simms Hill.

A scuffed mark seemed to direct us into a crop field and the cry 'Hard a port!' took several over the gate but Manopause decided that it didn't look promising and the crestfallen Bat was hauled back to be admonished by Forrest.

Spilling out onto the road and there was Bobby Woll's Panzer, blending in perfectly with the Higher Sigford bocage. Bobby, admiring his handiwork, shouted encouragement and direction to Manpig, who promptly veered the Wong Wei Long* and had to be recalled.

Just at this early stage, Woof Woof appeared, her progress being impeded somewhat by lack of a chatting companion. Determined not to be left trailing in her wake (again) the Bat ran alongside and unwittingly became the foil for Woof Woof's extended commentary.

From then on, the miles ticked by in a carousel of ever-changing terrain and scenic wonders never before seen by the hash. Only about two miles in and a little huddle of longs debated whether a faded mark was indeed the mythical LL - little realising that it was five metres away around the corner... sigh

The trail plunged downwards through woods, culminating with a nasty little drop - deliberately arranged by the wily Woll. Not too much of a problem for Beefy, Manpig or Woof Woof but the Bat didn't like the look of it one little bit. As if sensing his imminent doom, Beefy stepped forward and braced himself with steely fist outstretched to arrest the plummet of the fluttering Bat. Sav-ed for now..

Nettles invigorated, trailing brambles ripped bare flesh and the blood flowed, creating a true vampire bat. Yes, we were hashing, Oh Dearly Good To Be Alive..

Manpig kept me going and raised my spirits with an encouraging 'Why don't you die, you skinny b*****d!' That's what mates are for, Shirley.

Was that the SS where Bobby and parked Panzer were at the entrance to the farm? I was too wiped out to notice but I recall Beefy taking a group photo and Bobby saying we were nearly half-way, and off we went again, in search of more adventure. Woof Woof lamented at every arrow 'We want more checks!' but she Shirley meant me as she had glided serenely throughout, untroubled by the terrain.

 

Round a corner and there was the Grand Master, complete with Moses staff leading his Parkies T Humper and I-Poo'd out of the wilderness to the Promised Land.

 

Over hill, dale, track and stream the long longs endured: Beefy taking plenty of action pics, Woof Woof chatting away, Flasher fresh from the Devon Orienteering Champs., Manpig on a charge and a bleedin' Bat with Fukarwi and Wet Johnny also long longing bringing up the rear - warriors all.

 

Under a fallen log and Hornie, Fallen Woman, SatNav and 3Sum appeared, Shirley we were nearing home but then, just as Woof Woof had noted, there was the sting in the trail [sic] - the final L/S split.

Over a stile, down through the woods and break hard for the Ilsington highway dead ahead and then the trail went Ice Cold In Alex, Oh Dearly Fallen At The Last Fence... and for the second time, the hash huddle convened to pool their accumulated wisdom, Winfield. 

 

Many minutes later and even with WJ and Fukarwi contributing, no reasonable strategy could be decided upon, Yes, Oh Dearly The Clock Has Beaten Us, it was time to go to the pub and do what we do Courage Best.

Die-hards Beefy, Woof Woof ('I hate giving up') and Flasher continued (successfully in the end) to search for the mysterious missing marks. Manpig eventually found the last check and OH and after some eighty minutes of running and nigh on seven miles, we had finished. Well done Winfield and Bob**..

The Ernest Carpenter supping ale 3.8 abv slid down the throat easily and the hash grub at three sovs was value.

HARE COMMENTARY & DOWNDOWNS
Although Co-Hare Bobbiball had at the last moment changed the Long On-Home, forcing the pack on road instead of the great laid trail off road, this was a very testing scenic run up and down hills, through fields, Barley, woodlands over the old sliver mine workings, although none were spotted tonight!

Down Downs were awarded to the following offenders:-

SATNAV still not happy after complaining AGAIN that her latest Runs Badge is overdue!

FORREST this week... for losing his Awards polo shirt! and he's still not happy over this!

BOBBIBALL One for asking coyly if Forrest would like a Sweetie! is still thinking about his offer!

BOBIBALL again! for inventing a double LL long? route but two longs do not make it right!

 

* Hard to believe but Wong Wei Long is a Chinese Singaporean basketball player. Yes Weally, I mean really.

** Through clenched teeth!

 

It was quite a run over rare virgin territory and proved ultimately to be a Bobby and Winfield triumph. The long longs gave Archangel a run for his money for time on their feet and it was great to be able to nearly keep up with such strong running hashers and harriet.

 

ON ON to next week and the London Inn at Shaldon TQ14 0DN with Piltdown & Georgy P'Orgy

TVH COMES OF AGE, THE STAFF OF MOSES & DIDN'T THE LADS DO WELL

RUN #1800 Monday 24th June Circle in Station Rd Car Park Bovey Tracey. OD The Dolphin Inn with Runner Bean & Co

And they came to Bovey me luvvies, to be part of the fabric that is Teign Valley HHH's history - our glorious 1800th run. Fate's fickle finger had decided - most appropriately - that the Grammar lads would host the party, the young bright future of a healthy and vibrant hash.

Let's get stuck in straight way to celebrate the Monster 7.9 mile Hash that the lads served up. Singalong with me now:

We did the hash

We did the monster hash,

The monster hash,

For two it was nearly a graveyard smash

We did the hash 
It caught on in a flash..

Now back to the beginning of the saga Oh Dearly Agogified*..

Circle recalled: Woof Woof, Alice (second run for TVH), Bobby, Wigwam, Teapot, Winfield, GM Shitfaced, Piltdown, Georgy P, WJ, Erection, Hagen Daz & Harry, Flasher, Plonker, Runner Bean, Ollie, Forrest - (no G-string as she's got a puppy so no contest), Hornie & Pork Torpedo, 69, Only Here, I-Poo'd, Slobbadog, Just Cummin, T Humper, Manpig arriving in pose car of the lady wife, Beefy, Fukarwi, Able, Doris & Rambo, Archangel, virgin Will (not at the circle, brought along by Flasher), Polyfella, Coldtits, SM Ellie, BroadS, Wide Receiver, BB, Soapy, Melon Picker, Zoot, Hotlips, Poacher, Slip on Me, Fishbait & Small Fry, SatNav, 3Sum, Fallen Woman & Broken Man, Pan Fart & Anita, Paraprick and Deep Semen. Fifty six I made it after scanning the footage and a great evening we would have to remember for this 'Coming of Age' by TVH!

The glorious landmark was the moment that the Grand Master decided to reveal his party piece [sic] upon an unsuspecting circle and impressive it Shirley was, Oh Dearly Got Carried Away... mayhap inspired after a viewing of Moses parting the Red Sea with staff raised, the GM proudly paraded his hand hewn badge of office.

Zoot was busy dispensing the 1800 run shirts and Wide Receiver, he of the go faster haircut, was catching up with other hashers in his first appearance this year, I think.

A lucky guess secured the GM's bottle of Prosecco which was awarded to Hornie at the Dolphin later.  The Vice President interrupted proceedings to show that there was indeed 'life in the old dog' yet though his macho attentions were not appreciated that much by the unfortunate recipient.

The hare and assistants were huddled together making last minute adjustments to their trail plan and Runner Bean announced a six and a half (he didn't want to create a panic by revealing the true length) mile long trail to stifled gasps from the gallery plus a four mile short and a two mile walkers' trail. Three L/S splits AND a beer stop with surprises, WHOA! The lads know how it's done - let's rock 'n' stroll... and the 1800th party was underway.

It was Piccadilly Circus as the longs met up with the local running group going up the narrow lane at the start and we soon arrived at the make your minds up junction veering up to the swimming pool and cricket club.  Ollie suddenly appeared and he seemed on a roll as we trustingly followed. 'Why are we following him?' enquired Woof Woof. 'He's one of the hares - well, a friend of one of the hares...'  Down an unknown bridlepath we plunged and it was going like a Clockwork Orange until Ollie came charging back... sigh.

Then the Long and Winding Road beckoned and the cream floated serenely to the top.. Beefy and Wide FRBing**, Polyfella, Ollie and WJ close behind and the rest of the hash strung out from Here to Eternity, Oh Dearly Good To Be Alive.  The shorts merged stage right with Winfield still on cruise control, Melon Picker having a gogo on this auspicious evening, 69, 3Sum and Satnav a mere blur (trouble with the ol' mince pies) and it was going so well, Wally.

Pausing awhile to gather breath at the Haytor road crossroads (1.8 miles in) Oh Dearly Have Shot Their Bolts Already and Woof Woof and young Alice loomed large in the rear wing mirror. I will not report the words spoken by the Bat when joined but he had cause to regret them soon after... They were running very well though and disconcertingly chatting away to each other all the time as Beefy confirmed later.

The petrol gauge blinked red on the climb to Yarner Wood and the Bat began to look for the exit - and we were only 2.4 miles in - it was Shirley going to be a fight to get round and boy was I glad to see Fukarwi as the lights began to dim.

Having a running buddy really helps take your mind off the pain and though still near the action - Ollie and Wide doing the checking, we were eventually left far behind, Oh Dearly Deserted...

Leaving the joy of the woods loop we embarked on the not so beautiful climb back uphill from whence we had come and the rapidly becoming desperate (Fukarwi fearing he was going to be late to pick up his son and the Bat fearing he was going to fall over) duo hatched a survival plan: 'Let's find the next signpost!' And there it was at the summit pointing to Bovey and salvation down the hill and the trail true left towards the golf club. Yes, it had to be done, Oh Dearly Bailing Out and gently down to the town centre we coursed but we had missed what reportedly was a brilliant BS and GS high up above Bovey. Never mind, we had covered six miles which wasn't too bad and the Bat had lived to hash another day.

The Jail revived as we awaited the main body of the hash and we did have the whole of the front room to ourselves. Bobby was intently studying a map and was confident that he knew how to get to Ilsington for his and Winfield's hash next week..

Soapy had crafted a simply magnificent TVH 1800 cake for the occasion and it tasted as good as it looked - take a bow Soapy, you Shirley deserve it.

Forrest's chat up line to Just Cummin as she asked to try on the Hawaiian jacket cannot be reported here on this family show, though it was along the lines of a song from the Rodgers & Hammerstein Musical Carousel***. Ask Forrest next week, he'll be wearing it plus a natty shirt I've heard...

Just remembered a couple of other things I missed out:

Biggest cheer of the evening was for Archangel who arrived after the DDs - that was a long time on your feet and also wasn't it great to see Rambo stand up and say a few words to the hash. Yes, a brilliant evening.

DOWNDOWNS

A great anniversary run with Hares Runner Bean & Co who had laid a great choice of trails out and around Bovey along the footpaths lanes fields and woodlands with a novelty sweet stop and plenty of cake and cider to energise us.

Our 1800th Awards were presented to:

PILTDOWN MAN (Horsey horse face hat) for unicorn abuse at the Sweet Stop.

FORREST STUMP for "losing" the Pillock Shirt.

ONLY HERE FOR the BEER (Bat hat substituting for the Viking Horns hat) for not stopping to give Manpig a lift.

Anita now for ever to be known as BUSH BABY after falling in the bushes.

SATNAV a DD for her birthday

RUNNER BEAN (ceremonial Bat Hat)  DD on behalf of his team for an excellent evening - thank you all!

* Not a dictionary entry but nevertheless in use.

** You know what I mean Shirley.

*** June is Bustin' Out All Over!

Well, Oh Dearly Beloved, our 1800th hash lived up to expectations and more thanks to the dedication and hard work of Runner Bean and company. Didn't the lads do well!

ON ON to next week and The Carpenters Arms at Ilsington TQ13 9RG with Bobby

Trail 1799 Cridford memories...

PANAMA HAT HEIST FOILED, TOOTHPASTE & BLOOD AND A WIPE-OUT

Run #1799 Monday 17th June from the Cridford Inn at Trusham with Forrest

Vague and various recollections of another grand evening hashing from the Cridford. 

At the circle: Teapot, Winfield, GM Shitfaced, Beefy, Piddler, Rambo & Doris, Hagen Daz & Harry, Poacher bringing Klingon, Grammar lads mob-handed - Runner Bean, Plonker, Flasher and Ollie, newbie Ben, Manpig, Deep Semen, Melon Picker & Soapy, BroadS, Pan Fart & Anita, G String, T Humper, Just Coming, I-Poo'd, 69, Only Here, Slip on Me, Archangel, Coldtits, SM Ellie, 3Sum and Wiggy (the trio returning tanned and happy from the Polish expedition), BB and of course our hare Forrest. The 38th hasher was Pisswell who ran the long a bit later than us and was in the pub afterwards.

It was a balmy 64f and dry - perfect for hashing, Oh Dearly Hoping to Have a Good Time Out There...

Pre-circle shenanigans as I spotted a rather natty hat on one of the log puppets on the car park wall. I furtively approached with the notion of perhaps swapping my battered baseball cap - just for the evening, mind ye... But no, the wily owners had already safeguarded against such a dastardly deed and the hat was firmly attached, drat and double drat, Muttley - and so the great Panama hat heist was foiled... A slinking back to the forming circle and another blow as Just Coming spotted and correctly evaluated that it was toothpaste wash dribbled down the front of my tee shirt - things just weren't working out tonight, Oh Dearly Disaster Ridden...

The Grand Master, now more or less completely assured in his glorious status and circle patter, welcomed virgin hasher Bernie who had been tipped the wink by Coldtits, Oh Dearly Remembering The Golden Shot Gameshow*. I mentioned to BroadS that he looked like he could run a bit - and so it proved. Even to my weary eyes, Plonker's new shoes shone like a beacon and I warned that Teapot would Shirley spot them - and he did - though it's debatable if Plonker wuz dobbed in by someone...

Our Dearly Beloved Hare Forrest outlined a three L/S trail along with a WO trail (walkers only you fools) plus a WR trail (walkers return apparently) and stated that there would be no SS or associated whimsies en routey and with that, we were sent on our 1799th way ..

I had tried to teach the lads all I knew but had to call them back immediately as they sped off in the opposite direction to the rest of the hash...sigh.

Never do a fly by unless you are Beefy and can easily catch the longs up - was a mental note I made as whoosh! the good ol' boys had only gone without so much as an adios amigo! Piddler piddling [sic] along the narrow track didn't help and his backward pointing ski poles made me wary of overtaking.

Not quite sure how Manpig, Deep Semen and the Bat managed to get in front of Beefy and the lads - we certainly played the White Man throughout. A bit earlier, I had come across Flasher going quite slowly (about my speed) up the road. I drew alongside and enquired the reason for this apparent malaise and the reply was somewhat surprising. He had got 'wiped out' whilst holidaying abroad. 'Did he stop?' I enquired. 'No, I was kayaking.**..' Oh Dearly I Am Shirley Befuddled...

Yes, we had so much fun out there which finally came to an end as we ducked and dived under the electrified fence above Trusham. I lost the beer bet (another? Shirley not!) to Manpig here, insisting that the trail definitely was not down the obvious shortest route... sigh

Just a quarter mile from home and an 'OW!' was heard behind me and in the car park a heavily blood-spattered Manpig was clutching his thumb which had been crushed in a closing gate - ay ay ay ay ouch. Beefy's first aid pack plus expert field dressing by Deep Semen saved the evening - a 'big thumbs up' by Manpig*** ... who at least had his beer bet pinta to console and comfort him in his pain.

The Cridford has a grand, elevated verandah where we could sup our Legend or Jail and idly watch the pack return. A sudden blur and I wiped my eyes - was that Soapy dashing with SM Ellie and BroadS into the car park? Why Shirley Yes and she had only run the long tonight - unlike Melon Picker who was suspiciously already at the bar.

At the trail debriefing, we discovered that Plonker and Poacher had slipped the field and both were awarded honorary FRB status for the run - Oh gnashing of teeth - what was the shoe you were wearing again Plonker?

A virgin RA debut for Forrest who presided over his own trail - great entertainment ensued.

WINFIELD'S DD REPORT
A beautiful evening after last week! Another great trail from Forrest which as usual gave us some testing terrain followed by good food and a few beers to help us recover and did you see the huge golden moon on the way home later? Our 1799th Down-Downs were awarded to...

BLUEBIRD (ceremonial Bat hat) for trying to acquire a hat from one of those car park fishermen? And for that toothpaste stained shirt!

RUNNER-BEAN (Horsey horse face hat) for attempting to "dob-in" Flasher. (Might have been a case of mistaken identity?)

MANPIG (Viking Horns hat) for "showing off" his pants to the Harriet's

FORREST STUMP (Hashit shirt) who insisted his was the best trail EVER! (our Vice President disagreed!)

* Bernie the Bolt!
** Flasher's kayak wipeout was in fact quite serious and could have been a lot worse.
*** Yes, Oh Dearly Obvious - it HAD to be done.

Still unsure what the special hash grub was - tagliatelle or carbonara - but never mind, at £3 a gogo it was hash value and the owners Paul & Ness looked after us well - as usual.
The trail was around 4.5 miles and just about right, taking in some spectacular views - much enjoyed Forrest, thanks! A TV party atmosphere prevailed inside after the DDs and a very good time was had by all. And so goodbye for now Oh Dear Brethren and we're all looking forward to next week's 1800 RUN:

Mon 24th 1800th Run. Circle 7:15 in Station Rd Car Park Bovey Tracey (TQ13 9SB) OD The Dolphin Inn with Runner Bean & Co
ON ON TO THE PARTY!

TVH OPEN ALL HOURS, ONLY FOOLS AND CAR KEYS & NOT QUITE THE AUTOMOBILE ASSOCIATION

Run #1798  Monday 10th June Circle Bonehill Rocks Dartmoor OD The Rugglestone Inn (Poacher)

And the rains came out of the east in Biblical fashion, the heavens did open and Thor rode out in his goat drawn chariot to strike fear into the hearts of timid hashers. No, Oh Dearly Desperate, it did not look good for hashing tonight - especially up on the desolate moor...

A few hours previous and it had been so different. Poacher had started to lay the trail in sunshine and the forecast of light rain was but a minor cloud [sic] on the horizon.  Then at about 4pm things turned nasty...

From within his bar bunker, the Grand Master sent out a rallying call to his wavering troops: 'Are we hashers or ARE WE HASHERS!' And while some dillied and derided, the TV warriors made ready.

At 6:40pm Haldon Hash reportedly ran up the white flag whilst the ones chosen by the hashing gods, proceeded to Bonehill. Yes, Oh Dearly Open All Hours, we might just be frying tonight.

A tiny knot of chariots revealed themselves in the lee of Bonehill Rocks and yes, there were hashers there, Oh Dearly Kept the Faith..

As if by divine intervention, the rain ceased, all was still and the naysayers fell silent.

The Grand Master himself was outside, exhorting his tiny contingent and there was Beefy of course along with the ex AA battle wagon with Jessie plus one virgin hasher inside. Awaiting instructions were Manpig, Just Coming, Archangel & the Vice President KC, Only Here, BB and of course our courageous hare Poach.

The Penners, Wet Johnny and Erection and 69 had checked in earlier when it was still peeing down and were the advance party to the Ruggle. Poacher explained that there 'should' be a trail out there and there was a L/S split. Local lass Jessie had volunteered to run 'live' so, against all expectations, there was a game to be played.  And off they sped!

By the time I had changed into my Yeti wind chill suit, unkindly called a 'scenes of crime suit' by Manpig, the micro hash had disappeared so  the GM and I headed for the elevation of Bonehill rocks to see what was going on out there in darkening Dartmoor.

It was a grand view we had atop the rocks but then came the first inkling of drama. 'Oi! Here for the Beer! He's nicking my keys! Leave the keys!' cried an alarmed Grand Master, but Only Here was driving off with Manpig and evidently taking the GM's car keys with him - Oh Despicable and Dick Dastardly deed!

Returning to the car, no sign of the keys could be found and it had to be assumed that Only Here had them now in the pub. There was only one thing for it - drive to the Ruggle and retrieve the keys and then back for the car.... sigh.

There then ensued an Only Fools chase down to the pub. Emerging from the bar, the GM snarled 'Don't ask Bluebird, just drive!' And back to Bonehill we went, the GM explaining that Only Here had given the keys to Beefy the Marathon Man!  We could be up at Bonehill for hours... long sigh 

There was a gnashing of teeth and many curses uttered before eventually, the Penner's chariot was seen approaching. Could it be that salvation was at hand?  Why YES! They only had the keys and the comic progression was unravelled:  Beefy had given the keys to Poacher who had arrived at the Ruggle to find that the GM had been and gone so he had given them to WJ to take back up - Get it? Got it. Good!  Muttering vengeance on Here for the Beer, the GM was ferried back once again to the Rugglestone. Ain't hashing grand!

Double déjà vu, but there was a right royal Ruggle rejoicing as we found TVH snugly ensconced in the back room awaiting the hash grub.

Oh yes, Oh Dearly Deserved, Legend was supped, stirring tall tales were told as we awaited the Brave. 'How long before Beefy gets here?' someone enquired and the response from Only Here was somewhat disappointing: 'He won't come back here, I'll buy you all a beer if he does!' Shirley Only Here knew something that we evidently did not - a bet such as that from a beer lover like him would not have been made without firm intelligence...

Yes, you have guessed right, Oh Dearly The Drinks Are On Only Here... Beefy, Jessie and Raf arrived (Portugese not Polish Raf) to cheers and a solitary groan from the TV banquet table.

Fortified with our beer bet beer, Head RA Manpig delivered the DDs to his tiny but enthusiastic audience. First up was the grim-faced GM and no surprises as Only Free Beer was awarded the Bat Hat for his car key catastrophe. Most unfortunately, the RA, whose word is final, decided that the GM should also get a DD for his Only Fools car chase for the keys and the final DD was given to the heroic hare for laying the extreme weather trail.

There was one last deed to be done, a naming for Jessie. 'Who does the yellow van belong to?' brought a look of trepidation to her eyes but it ended well enough, I think, with a handle of A**eh**es Anonymous. Oh dear, I wonder what P**swell will say...

I think Beefy's post hash comment sums up what we all thought about the unusual evening: 

'What a brilliant evening down the Rugglestone: great company and very entertaining in an intimate setting. One of the best times I've ever had after a trail. On-On!'

Grateful thanks to Jessie, Raf and Beefy for completing (and validating) the 4.5 mile trail and Poacher for laying it.

ON ON to next week and hopefully better weather - it is mid June after all - from The Cridford Inn Trusham (TQ13 0NR) with Forrest Stump.

MON 10th JUNE BONEHILL ROCKS DARTMOOR

Mon 10th June Circle 7:15pm at Bone Hill Rocks Dartmoor (SX 732775) OD The Rugglestone Inn. Hare Poacher 
Click on map to find your route past Haytor Rocks, over cattle grid at Hemsworthy Gate towards Widecombe. Take next turning right towards Hound Tor after short distance take left turn to Bonehill Rocks

TEDDY SAVED, PADDY & JESSIE FLEE FOR THEIR LIVES AND ELLIOTS HILL SALVATION

Run  #1797 Monday 3rd June at Cold East Cross, Dartmoor with Pisswell. OD The Rugglestone Inn

Come on Dusty, let's hear it:

Where does the trail lie

In the middle of nowhere

Will it soon pass me by

In the middle of nowhere

Back to the bleak but beautiful moor it was and the desolate clearing posing as a car park at the inhospitably named Cold East Cross. This then, Oh Dearly Beloved Groundhog Day Lovers, was the first edition of the Rugglestone Diaries as Shirley we would be back again the following week Oh Dearly This Has Not Happened In Ages.. But never mind, ever onwards to the action - and there was to be plenty of it.

Breasting the rise above the cross and chariots could be seen in the distance, clustered protectively together and looking for all the world like wild west wagons awaiting the indian attack.

They came from afar and the faithful few were joined by many:

Pisswell, daughter Jessie, virgin Paddy, Teapot, Able, Wigwam, BB, Hotlips & Zoot, Soapy & Melon Picker, Twinkletoes, Poacher, Rambo & Doris, Beefy, BroadS, SM Ellie, Manpig, Manopause, Erection, 69, a very strong Polish contingent: Pan Fart, Abscess, Anita, Gosia, Mother - she came back, a mum like her* + 3 virgins, Shitfaced, I-Poo'd, Piltdown & Georgy, Winfield, SatNav, Runner Bean, Plonker and Oliver, Coldtits, Pork Torpedo & Hornie, Hagen Daz & Harry, Slip on Me, Twin Buffers, late arriving Polyfella and even later Archangel. Forty eight listed but believe fifty recorded.

Pisswell divulged that she'd had a message from above - the Archangel Gabriel no less - and she had written down her own Commandments for the upcoming run - most of which were in the deadly Devon dialect - the most important detail being that the marks were always on the right. This vital snippet would ensure that Beefy and I at least would not go too far astray, Oh Dearly Observant...

And we were set loose from the Cold East calaboose, but things were not going to go as planned and a strawberry flavoured yoghurt sent it spinning from his hand..

There were some fast boys (and girls) out there and the combination of rough running uphill soon had the bird a staggering 'n' gasping. The trail was briefly lost at the foot of Buckland Beacon which not only re-enabled contact with the FRBs but also for the 'hashers of a lesser god' who swept by much to the frustration of the bested bird.

The final nail in the coffin was the technical** descent from the beacon into the valley far below. The taunting cries from Manopause gradually receded and then the FRBs had flown - Vaya con dios muchachos.

Over to you again, Dusty:

Are you gonna to leave me

And leave hashers to go astray

I'm in the middle of nowhere

Come and show me the way

A little respite was given encountering the welcome tarmac en route to Buckland in the Moor and no more ground was lost. And there were the marks leading into St Peters Church and the Bird is the Word paused for a moment to ask: 'Can I have more road please!' as by now he had tired of Wandering Lonely as a Cloud.

The plaintive plea was immediately answered and leaving the church there it was - the surfin' Bird's salvation - yes Oh Dearly Will be Revenged - the mile long Elliots Hill. Oh Hallelujah baby!

What a hill it was Elvis, such a hill that could be run right to the summit and it was a game changer.  A shout from behind, good gawd, it was Plonker and Runner Bean who Shirley had gone Pete Tong big time HA!

Then around a bend, the blue vested Manopause appeared (long time no see old buddy) which elicited a veritable banshee screech from the Bird who was now so hot he was practically on fire. A little further up the hill, Paddy heard the demented wail and turning to running partner Jessie muttered: 'I don't know who that is, but I don't want him to catch us up!' and the pair fled for their very lives and sanity..

Meanwhile, the longs were having their own adventures. Manpig had joined up with BroadS and SM Ellie and somehow they had managed to get onto the short trail which, after retracing their steps, left them over a mile adrift of the longs. En routey, Manpig happened upon a sad scene - a bedraggled t' t' teddy bear with red bow lying forlornly on the ground. Manpig, his heart strings tugged and a melancholy banjo twanging, just couldn't bear [sic] to leave him alone on the savage moor with night approaching. Gently placing teddy on a wall outside a house, the trio resumed the trail. If you are reading this perchance, Teddy, drop us a line to tell us you're safe..

Elliots Farm passed and a mile up into the clouds we hit the moor again, racing the fleeting rain to the magical SS manned by Pisswell and Slip on Me. There were marshmallows toasting by an open fire and an array of beverages to tempt and please and that we Shirley were before climbing back to Cold East Cross and a six miler bagged.  Manpig, BroadS and SM Ellie outdid us all by recording a Magnificent Seven courtesy of their detour.

It was a struggle to get to the Ruggle and there was chariot carnage at the first signpost as the Penners rocked and nearly rolled reversing back on course - but I didn't rat you out lads.

Nine o'clock had long retreated and it had turned a tad chilly, Oh Dearly Turn Your Collars Up and huddled hashers braved the elements in the beer garden whilst the savvy few lingered in the tiny bar to sample the Teignworthy and Legend (a cracking £3.40 a gogo) before being summoned outside for the downdowns.

DOWNDOWNS & AWARDS presented by Pork Torpedo

#1797 Mon at Cold East Cross Dartmoor where Hare Pisswell had laid a great trail around the moor finishing with the OD at The Rugglestone Inn Widecombe where the Down-Down Awards were presented to .....

VIRGIN Hasher OLIVER for going astray, nearly losing his shoe in the bog! now safely wearing wellingtons!!

GM SHITFACED for pinching that story from Beefy!

COLDTIZ for arriving early and not getting lost on the moor this time!

ERECTION for his badge on reaching 50 Runs with TVH3

POLYFELLA who at last received his 200 Runs Badge!

* Calvera to Chris: The Magnificent Seven (1960)

** Technical only for old timers

After the DDs and going to the bar for a refill, I found that Archangel had arrived and had completed Pisswell's six miler coming across quite a few hashers along the way. Unheralded yes but not now unsung.

It was quite a test, given my condition, but the trail was a winner and had something for everyone to enjoy.  Running alone, I could actually focus on the beautiful surroundings more and most of it was new to me. Thanks ever so much Pisswell and Slip on Me, all power to your marshmallows.

ON ON to next week and Circle up from Bone Hill Rocks Dartmoor (SX 732775) OD The Rugglestone Inn (second edition) (Poacher)

Monday 3rd June COLD EAST CROSS

Monday 3rd June #1797 circle up 7:15pm from Cold East Cross (SX 741743) On Down Rugglestone Inn, Widecombe in the Moor. Hare Pisswell
 To find COLD EAST CROSS (click on map) pass Haytor Rocks then at at next junction,  at cattle grid turn left to Ashburton / Buckland for I mile CP is on the left On-On

BOBBY'S FIVE MINUTES OF FAME, A FUNNY TURN & THE HOSTESS WITH THE MOSTEST

Mon 27th May Run #1796 Uplands, Clennon Heights, Paignton: A barrel of beer and banquet with Mouldy Dick & Wickdipper

Come along now, singalong with me:

Summer is Icumen in, loudly sing cuckoo,
Grows the seed and blows the mead,
And springs the wood anew;
Sing, cuckoo!

Well it must be so as Mouldy Dick & Wicky had decided to hasten its advance by presenting the first 'semi' outside beer and banquet of the year from their fine abode atop Clennon Heights. An eventful night it would prove to be Oh Dearly Nearly Didn't Make It...

Hash chariots cheerfully created carnage careering carefully into the cul-de-sac* and soon the hitherto slumbering community was aclog** with the holiday hash.

The circle was convened in Mouldy's entrance and a fine forty was recorded including two returnees from the previous week's adventure at Manaton, virgins Rob & Crystal and Mother, brought along by Abscess and Gosia.

Circle recalled: Shitfaced, Piltdown, 3Sum, SatNav, Soapy, Melon Picker + two little ones, U Bend, Piddler, Fukarwi & Prickly Bush, Abscess, Gosia and Mother, Teapot, Bobby, Wiggers, Beefy, Slip on Me, Birthday girl Able, Rambo & Doris, newbies Rob & Crystal, Mouldy, T Humper, I-Poo'd, Fallen Woman & Broken Man, Runner Bean, Plonker, Hotlips & Zoot, two Manaton virgin survivors, Manpig, Broads, SM Ellie and BB.

At last our brand new Grand Master could perhaps properly present proceedings. Tightly clutching his third edition of the Grand Master's Guide to Galactic Hashing, Shitfaced welcomed in the newbies and eased into the usual GM's patter. There was a suggestion by T Humper that the hash revert to its normal Monday evening for the Christmas do - Wigwam advising the present Saturday night was only a recent innovation.

Hare Mouldy delivered what were to be telling words of caution: 'If you want to get onto the first L/S split DON'T get ahead of me.' However, hashers are renowned for casting such dread warnings to the winds once underway and so it began Oh Dearly Went Astray...

The lads (Runner Bean & Plonker) were in no mood for meandering and shouting to the eager bucks at the skeletal remains of the Big Tree 'It's gotta be Clennon, let's roll!' the super scouts skedaddled. A check was found a little way up Penwill and though no marks were subsequently discovered, on we pressed upwards and I had a nasty feeling of déjà vu as Fukarwi joined the fray - both of us not quite recovered from chest infections generated from the AGPU a fortnight previous - no aspersions cast eh Fukarwi?

Halfway up hell hill, Plonker faltered and we paused awhile to gather breath and review proceedings. Far below, Beefy and the main longs were advancing slowly awaiting solid sightings. Beefy, also remembering the last Penwill Way debacle, decided to retreat, which proved to be the right decision as Mouldy arrived to put down the first L/S split which he had foretold at the circle, directing the pack across the car park into Clennon Valley proper.. collective sigh from Runner Bean, Plonker and BB. Far, far away from the action, Runner Bean spotted a fluorescing Manpig legging it across the valley about half a mile away. Oh well, it didn't work, did it lads, better luck next time..

Mouldy's mysterious marks proved to be thin on the ground, mayhap because the Clennon ducks had taken a bill or two to them but in any case, sparse they were and many a leap of faith and second guessing had to be taken, though on the climb to the A379 the trail ran icy cold...

Cometh the crisis cometh the most unlikely hero. Oh yes, Oh Dearly Getting Excited, appearing in front of the clueless FRBs was Bobby Woll himself and he was ready to roll. Across the main road and up onto Sugar Loaf he strode with porpoise [sic] and then almost unbelievably (this is the same Bobby Kirk who only recently needed ski pole assist) he broke into an ambling gait uphill with the likes of Beefy, Bluebird, BroadS, Plonker and SM Ellie in his wake. This then, Oh Dearly Flabber Aghast, was Bobby's finest five minutes..

And there atop Sugar Loaf we lingered to take in one of the finest vistas over Torbay - ah it was good to be alive.. but where were the rest of the scattered longs we asked ourselves. An immediate answer was forthcoming as below us, Manpig, Fukarwi and Runner Bean were seen coursing back from the coast path. Marking their cards that they had to go back and now mob-handed, the longs surged onward - only to be intercepted by another long from the Oyster Bend ginnel - yes, Coldtits had found the trail true - sacre l'oiseau bleu!

Said trail was sound as shorts and longs converged as one onto the cider stop at Mouldy's beach hut on Goodrington Sands and jollity abounded for a while, Oh Dearly About to Collapse...
Come in, you're time is up - the light that burns twice as bright lasts half as long and you have burned so very brightly, Bird Blue...

Colours faded, the noise of the madding hash dissipated and a strange malaise grew. It was so quiet and peaceful. Faint echoes of concern: 'He's gone a funny colour', 'Do you want some water?'
I am sailing, I am failing...

Can you hear me, can you hear me
Through the dark night, far away
I am dying, forever crying
To be with you, who can say...

However, it was not time to go and there was Fallen Woman proffering a handful of chocolate raisins - how kind - Coldtits whispering 'Don't worry, I'm a first-aider.' and former nurse Wicky telling Bobby not to leave someone who was evidently having a funny turn... but back to the hash and Mouldy had manufactured a pleasing five miler for the longs, just about right I was told so all thumbs up for the hare.

Back at Uplands, a barrel of Hunters Half Bore 4.0 abv was tapped, ready to rip and at a pound a pint was Mouldy magic. Hashers had also generously brought fare along and the balcony table was crammed for the hash to tuck into. Most enjoyable and filling was a plate of 3Sum's pasta topped with Fallen Woman's carrot salad, thank you ladies and to all who contributed to the banquet.

DOWNDOWNS
A star-studded array of DDs presented by our host Mouldy:
Melon Picker (Hashit shirt) to Mouldy for the trail
SM Ellie to Wickdipper - the hostess with the mostest
BroadS (Bat Hat) to Bobby for rescuing the FRBs
Mouldy presented Doris with her 1400 Run badge and whisky miniature DD
A Birthday DD for Able
Two DDs for Abscess and Rob for being phone bound for so long!

It was a lovely evening and one which I will remember for some time. Thank you Wicky, Coldtits and Bobby for looking after me, silly old fool that I am, you were all so kind. And thank you Mouldy and Wicky for all the time and effort you put into making the extravaganza, you know we appreciated it.

*I may have overtweaked the alliteration
**I lay claim to the word, So let it be written, So let it be done.

ON ON to next week and circle up from Cold East Cross Dartmoor (SX 741743) OD The Rugglestone Inn with Pisswell.

At Manaton a "Chiefs" Birthday and great views

A MYSTERY TRAIL-BIRTHDAY plus a NAMING at Manaton

Mon 20th # 1795 from Manaton Church CP OD:The Kestor Inn with Hare Poacher!
Scribe Palmolive.

We circled up in the car park in anticipation of what Poacher had in store for us, although he was nowhere to be seen? still out laying the trail was the conclusion. I’ve not been hashing for a while- fair weather and fancy dress hasher I am! So nice to be greeted with kisses and cuddles from Broken Man, Fallen Woman, and Zoot & Hotlips! Last GM for Piltdown then over to Shitfaced to take center stage-or rather circle. Complete with flip-flops (on his feet not the hasher) he was not running tonight but welcomed us all, and some visitors. Trying to drag out the start for as long as possible, unanimously it was decided we start without the hare and look for marks. Well we are Hasher’s it’s what we do! ‘On On’ was called and off we set across the green, quick cuddle from 69 and off we go.
Down the lanes and this is where the flower fairy in me takes over, Soapy taught me well so as we followed the flour we were on a flower trail too! Spring is beautiful in Devon, and the hedges are filled with Campions-red and white, with little Herb Roberts poking through the Hedge parsley. ‘On On’ as we pass more flour and continue down a bumpy bridle path-not on horse back today! Looking into the fields full of teeny lambs surrounded by Butter cups and Daisies. Mawgan decides he wants to bring a stick along for the trail-oh what fun, and luckily Erection is happy to play fetch for a bit to keep him entertained. Further along the trail to a long short split, short for me this time along with Soapy Melon Picker and Sat Nav. Chatting and running oh and flower spotting, that’s Violets, Stitchwort and Cuckoo flower added to my list! Into a wooded section and the smell of beautiful pine brings memories of Christmas (not pine loo spray!) spotted Foxgloves trying to poke through along with a small patch of Bugle. Oh wait we are supposed to be looking for flour not flowers! Oh we seem to have run out of marks?!! Back to last mark it is, past some beautiful thatched cottages adorned with Wisteria and Clematis climbing them and stunning Rhododendrons for good measure, ops still wrong flowers FLOUR Palmolive FLOUR!!! Nope still no FLOUR, Melon Picker heads up into the wood with Bindi the dog, whilst we continue along with ‘3Sum’ back past the pretty cottages, oh we seem to have got the main road through Manaton!? Still no marks but found Fallen Women! She decided to do her own little route but Satnav, Soapy and I went back again to the woods- pass the pretty cottages and bumped into Hutch not out hashing just out for a walk. Up into the woods by the last arrow and found Melon Picker again, up up and up we go still no marks but pretty non the less! Speedwell and Dandelion as we get back onto the path- No flour to follow so il go back to my flower spotting!! Found and ate a Violet and a nibble on some Wood sorrel-tasted like lemon and limes! Back from once we came, passing a sign where’ we lost our marbles’ and admired a blanket of Bluebells. Getting closer to the car park, and spotted some White nettles Primroses and chocolate brownies- no not a type a flower but for sale at the end of some ones drive!! Back in the car park and see ‘Pan Something’ and Poacher!!!! He had been all the way to Lustleigh and back?! Turns out he started setting the trail at 6pm did a bit, then laid the longs and didn’t get back to the shorts!!! Oh well got me out on a nice evening! TO THE PUB! Not without the last spot of Horse chestnuts in flower overhead pink and white!
Some Hashers back but lots not? The Kestor put on a great hash menu, Lasagna it is!! Hashers came back in dribs and drabs eventually! Piltdown went back to find Georgie, best not leave without her! Forest and G-STRING arrive back (she was named tonight- i think as we could nearly see hers!!) with SM Ellie last lady in and Will? Last man in- to which both received a down down! Cake was next on the agenda, an amazing Exeter Chiefs inspired Birthday cake for Melon Picker!!! All the notes in the wrong order sang, and slices dished out, seconds and thirds for Rambo!! Well a lovely spring evening with or without marks, I may not have seen much FLOUR but the flowers kept me busy!
On-On to Mouldy Dicks house at Clennon Heights Paignton (TQ4 5HF) map to-follow
On-On
Palmolive x