2024 Past runs

Arriving at Coldrenick Ted was put in the care of Shook ’em’ up. 
11am and perfect running conditions for Ted who was very excited about being carried by the newly named Shook ’em’ up on her 25th run.
The run was laid in sawdust, well marked with plenty of drops and even a virtual check! There were 2 long /short splits , a hash for everyone to enjoy.
Ted held on tight as he was racing across fields, trampling through woods and running alongside rivers and streams, climbing over gates and of course there were some delightful muddy patches. Looe and Liskeard cricket club were surprised to see Ted as he ran past and then to his surprise he saw a train and passed close to the viaduct.
Well done to the two boys who joined the hash this morning and Brillo and Grenville. There was also a surprise appearance from Marshall.
A big thank you to Rob and Fiona for their hospitality (get well soon Fiona) and a great on down. Thank you to everyone who provided the huge banquet today. 
No misdemeanours but a huge well done and thank you to the hares Gasbag, capt’n Oates, Sniffer, Mystic Meg and Hide and Seek. A great run , well done everyone.

At 10am it was hail, rain and wind!! 60 potatoes were in the oven, the veggie and vegan chilli’s in the slow cookers but would anyone turn up? Of course they would – we are hashers after all!!! Teams were sorted and named and Rangi announced the rules. The first job – marking the controls on the map using grid references- found hashers trying to think back to their geography lessons and murmurs of ‘along the corridor and up the stairs’ could be heard. 10 mins later the 5 teams were off, scattering in all directions. 
Ted decided it was far too windy to go outdoors and proudly sat in the garden room looking out the window with his xmas hat on watching the hashers running about. 
Points were going to be given for reaching the checkpoints with bonus points for the best photos sent in depicting various themes as stated on their info sheet. Photos started coming in thick and fast, apart from one team headed up by no other than B&M!! Where had they got to? Most returned on time so only a few ‘late’ points were deducted . ‘So B&M – did you get lost” I heard Rangi say. ‘No’ replied B&M, I sent you all the photos”. ‘Didn’t receive any” said Rangi. So B&M looking at his phone realised he had sent them all to Jim?!? (and not any of the Jims in the hash!!) Poor guy must have been a little alarmed by the photo of B&M’s bare behind as he returned a message saying that B&M had finally cracked. 
The sun stayed out for the whole hour they were out. Phew!! 
On return mulled wine was sorted and served by Chrissie, 3 chillies (meat one by Rachel) and baked spuds were consumed and then some delicious mince pies and clotted cream made by Chrissie were passed around. 
Down downs were given to Rangi and Forest and of course to B&M . 
Points were then announced in reverse order with all teams receiving a printed copy of their ‘best’ photo taken on their orienteering adventure with the winning team – Fred’s Friends (whoever Fred is) – made up with Jim, Jane & Robbie Lockyer, Jill and Sally.
Thanks to everyone who helped on the day – providing food, washing up, clearing up etc.

We arrived at Great Trethew in the dry and no wind- what a bonus after the last few weeks. I was keen to get going but Forrest told me we needed to have the briefing first from Kiss Me, I thought she would come around and give us each a Kiss but that disappointingly didn’t happen. Instead she told us there were long short splits, possible electric fences, barbed wire fences and copious amounts of mud!! She wasn’t wrong there! Forrest was squelching through almost from the start although I couldn’t see a thing as my hat had completely covered my eyes. Fortunately Shake Em Up noticed and Forrest decided it was too hot for my hat so stuffed it in my bag.
We went through lots of lovely leafy and sometimes very muddy tracks into the woods, across a corner of a field and back into the woods again. By this time Forrest was getting very hot , so she took off her jacket and stuffed that in my bag too!! She didn’t consider that I was hot with everything being added. In the woods the hashers seemed to be getting very confused with Forrest going straight but seeing nothing and Eric Big Axe, the helper hare saying he had no idea where the trail went as he didn’t lay this bit!!! I ask you- you would have thought he would have been more prepared- I thought he’d been a boy scout!
Fortunately Carnage saved the day and found the trail which went up high through the woods. I got up the front with Forrest and there became a battle of calls between Forrest who knew she was on the right trail and Hornby who thought he was but kept coming across falses and wasn’t!!! It was pretty much Rambo terrain and my head got caught on a couple of branches. I thought I might need hash bandage but I was OK. Eventually we were all following the correct trail, across the river, up the path, more Rambo stuff and the final bit up a lane, through a farm, across a field and a path back to the car park. It was a great run so thanks go to the hares. The best thing about being carried is that I don’t get muddy!!! 
The ON Down was at Trethew Manor with Down Downs to the hares, Kiss Me and Eric Big Axe, to 2 hashers who stood over a check- chatting like a pair of old maids- Sun Dodger and Winging Pom and to Too Posh for a milestone- a whopping 950 runs. She lived up to her name too- sticking her little finger out as she politely drank , rather than downed her beer . Many hashers stayed for lunch which smelled delicious but Forrest told me we had to go and do some shopping and then loads of cooking. BORING!!!

Other news:
Sunday 29th December at Capt’n Oats and Gasbag’s. 
They will be providing a main course and mulled wine, glasses , plates and cutlery. Bring along your own alcohol. Please confirm your attendance for catering purposes and let them know if you are bringing either a salad or a pudding .

Well, that was a strange experience. I know that hashers are not falling over themselves to take me with them on a hash, but I was surprised to learn that the person who said they’d take me this week had previously told Little Bo Peep to f*ck off when she asked him.
It was even more odd when it came to being handed to him. When Forest came to hand me over and held me out, I couldn’t see anybody and I thought she was going to drop me. There I was, sort of suspended in mid air. I then realised I had not fallen to the ground and heard this voice saying I’d be ok and that I was with Invisible Man. It took a while for my little heart to stop pounding.
To be honest, I prefer to be with one of the proper runners, front running and all that, so I was a bit disappointed to find out I was going on the short, and not only that, but would probably not even be doing much checking.

The hares, Hide and Seek and Sun Dodger, had been very brave and laid the run in exceptionally windy conditions and, when, aprt way round, a red alert for wind showed on Hide and Seek’s phone, they had laid most of the trail so that one drop was on, with no falses.

At the start there was a lot of confusion and eventually Sun Dodger pretty well had to tell the pack where the on was. I soon found myself at the back with a few others who had various ailments and were going to enjoy following on at the rear. Early on, we had to cross a little stream and Invisible Man was looking a bit unsure how to negotiate it; but that nice Jaws, not at all like his namesake, helped Invisible Man across.

It really was very windy and much of the run was into the wind, or that’s how it seemed. As I was clinging to Invisible Man’s back I was lucky to be sheltered from it. But it was a dry sunny day, so, for a change, I didn’t get wet.

There were a lot of hills, very steep ones, and it seemed to take an age to get up each one. Sun Dodger was very helpful in helping to do a bit of short cutting and at one point, mid way round, I found myself in front at a gate where there was a check. That didn’t last long, as there was then another very steep hill and I thought Invisible Man was never going to get to the top.

Soon after that, again with help from Sun Dodger, the few of us together at that point were guided back on home. 

As to what went on on the long trail, I haven’t a clue.

There was a milestone, a big one, 1300 runs for Panty Hose and he did his down down in true hash style. 
One misdemeanour was called by stand in RA B and M, who showed a soft side by not giving a down down to Forest, who he said he has picked on a lot. With the front runners in the wood and looking for the drop that would mark the trail, Forest said just let the hare show them the way. Disgraceful from one of the hashes regular front runners. 

Afterwards, Invisible Man explained to me that, though not really a runner, he used to be able to sort of keep in touch, even on the long trail, but had increasingly found that it was difficult to even do much slow jogging and keep up with the shorts. He explained that it has been discovered he has a problem with his heart and is going to need an operation to fix a few things. That set me wondering, how on earth are they going to perform surgery if they can’t see him?

News from the OnSec

CHRISTMAS ORIENTEERING HASH 2024 Minions
Welcome to Forrest and Rangi’s Christmas orienteering bash. A baked spud and choice of veggie and meat chilli will follow after the run but please bring your own tipple of choice. We will have some mulled wine and mince pies (provided by ‘Er Indoors.) Please wear Xmas attire. Please bring your own plate, cutlery and cup/ glass. 
Teams of 4 or more. Each team must have one official photographer with a smart phone. You must mark on the map provided, the controls you wish to visit, you will have 10 minutes to complete this task. Each control is worth a certain number of points. At each control a photograph showing the whole team must be taken showing the featured landmark (the only person not in the photograph will be the designated photographer). At each control there will be a theme relating to that landmark- the most original photo taken at each control will secure a 10 point bonus. You have 1 hour to complete as many controls as possible for every minute late you will be deducted 5 points.

Ted got left behind at home today. He was most disappointed as he wanted to come along with the youngest Nash person today- Nye, but in her haste to get all the clobber that needs to go with a little man (porta potty, spare clothes, food and drink) the On- Sec completely forgot Ted!!!
This must have been the muddiest hash for a while- laid in sawdust by Potbelly and The Artful Dodger, we basically ran through two narrow strips of wood, linked together by small amounts of tarmac. We were warned of two river crossings ands given the option of avoiding them by running over the falses by the river as the one hare that was present- Pot Belly – was concerned that the levels had risen overnight. 
The first long short split, saw the two groups only separate for a short length of time and then they were back together until almost at the end where the 2nd long short split appeared. 
At the first river crossing, most of the hashers opted to cross over the false, but at the second one, most decided to ‘go for it’! The On Sec decided to opt not to, and NOT because she had new shoes, but because her trainers are gortex which keeps the water out if raining or shallow puddles but not when crossing a deep stream and once the water is in- the gortex doesnt let it out again !!! So Forest along with Scarlet Moggie, Hot Bottom, Kiss me Kate and Wingeing Pom skipped over the false and continued on the hash, not seeing anyone again until the pub!!! I don’t think anyone drowned- they all seemed to be at the on down. Great run on what I think was new territory, lots of ups and downs, twists and turns and MUD. 
Thank you to the hares. 
Down downs to Potbelly, the present hare, Forest, for apparently saying that B & M was old and decrepit and not leading by example and doing the river crossings and Spin the Wheel for forgetting her trousers and wearing B&M’s shorts to the pub (which he had worn on the hash!!!! )

Apologies if any of the above is incorrect. Looking after a grandson for 4 nights/5 days, and a well behaved one at that, is exhausting as I’m sure many of you know but been worth it as a past hasher- Peche D’Or (alias Dan Nash) completed the Valencia marathon with a ridiculous time of 2.13.02.

The poor Godmother- laying the hash in the weather we have had this week. Snow, rain and wind! She laid it with Biscuit at first, then went out 2 or 3 times more by herself to re lay and on the day gave the on sec instructions as to where the hash went so the longs didnt get lost! The on sec was pretty useless with the following of this and always seemed to find the false or be in the wrong place. 
It was so good to be out despite the weather and the mud. we crossed 2-3 farms, rivers, crop fields, gates, grassy areas- a real mix so thank you Godmother- we really appreciated it. 
And where was Ted I hear you asking. Despite Little Bo Peep putting a red plastic bag on his head (and cutting holes for his eyes and mouth I hasten to add), he refused point blank to come out for the hash today unless he was given a sou’wester like Hide n Seek, so he sulked in the car and wasnt taken for a drink in the pub because of his miserable behaviour. 
Down downs went to the hare- Godmother, to Rotton Cotton for 1750 runs, to Hornby for 1150 runs and to Hornby again for going across a hedge which he has been told on countless times not to do! The raffle then followed before the RA remembered who the final drink he had bought – was for. Sandy was finally named- Shook ’em up- although Rangi suggested that it should be ‘All Shook Up hahaha’ ! Sandy then gave us on the table a great Elvis impression which she will show you all next week!!!

Other news:
Have you signed up and paid for the xmas hash yet?

Well I can honestly say that my heart sank as I ended up back in the clutches of B&M after the last experience. I am a bear of quite an equable temperament, unless I have a sore head, but the thought of being incarcerated in his wardrobe again gave me quite a turn.

Now a wardrobe per se is not a terrible place if you want a quiet kip for the winter, I can imagine that being in George Cloony’s, with all the Savile Row suits and Charles Church brogues, or maybe Gwyneth Paltrow’s with all the Haute couture, ( but not the smelly candles please, bears have very sensitive noses you know ) could be quite therapeutic.

Unfortunately B&M’s wardrobe OMG, either he attends a lot of 70’s themed disco nights, or he seriously needs to buy some new clothes. Imagine having to take that stuff to the charity shop once he shuffles off this mortal coil, embarrassing or what. It’s definitely a black bin liner dumped on the shop doorstep in the dead of night along with the jigsaw puzzle ( never done} and the personal grooming set ( hardly used ).

As if the wardrobe was not bad enough, one year was spent under a hashers bed, the least said about that the better for everyone, ( Sometime a bears acute hearing can be curse)

Whilst I am having a good moan, I will say being dragged out every week in all weathers (with no hat ) through all the mud, then like some latter day William Shakesbear, having to write a report that makes it seem enjoyable, and that the participants are not at all deranged, is no bundle of laughs either.

Anyway to the job in hand Carnage, he being what is quaintly called the hare, gave his customary short briefing having no doubt learnt from the many he has given, that the deranged can only concentrate for about two sentences. Then joy of joy about five minutes up the road the great lummoxing oaf B&M contrived to trip on the smallest of stones and hit the deck face first, providing a super soft landing for moi. Ha ha ha ha I nearly wet myself, joy was unconfined karma is definitely a thing. Just as I was wondering if he was technically roadkill and fair game for a bit of a snack, unfortunately he recovered and onwards we went.

The sun was out, Carnage had laid a trail that gave some stunning views out to sea and across the sound to Plymouth, and B&M managed to stay upright. I must confess I was starting to enjoy the experience, then my hopes soared as we came to a wood, would I finally get ten minutes of me time doing what bears do in the woods, but no, as usual with no thought for a bear’s needs I was rushed through. 

ON DOWN
Held at The Bar Tusker thanks to them and for the rolls.
Down Downs:
Carnage for his birthday and being the hare was given an old style pint which he despatched in double time.
B&M for attempting to fly without wings, ( he should have given me half )
Josh getting his hash name which was well overdue PHYZ. 

I was so excited by being at the pub and in the absence of honey or marmalade, I had to make do with Jail Ale so will be the proverbial bear with a sore head later. See photos.

I was quite excited going to the hash as Little Bo Peep put a poppy on my head to wear today. But on arrival, Forest was tired and jet lagged and I too was tired and we both wanted to stay in the car and sleep!!! While we were having a minutes silence for Remembrance Sunday, kindly instigated by The Bard, I fell asleep in my back pack so have no idea what happened on the hash although words of shiggy, mud, wet long grass perpetrated my dreams! 

A new venue, a very shiggy parking area a true hash. Numbers were down but assume this was partly due to Remembrance Sunday commitments and hashers trying to find some sun! The longs and shorts split from the start, with the longs going through muddy ploughed fields, beet fields and wet long grass. We went up and down with good views and a bit of sun. There were a further 2 long short splits and a very yummy treasure stop. 
Thanks to the hares, Bronyon and Winging Pom for an excellent hash at a new venue with a bit of everything in it and friendly farmers. A great find. 
On Down was at Pelynt Social Club where down downs, given by B&M, the vice RA, went to the hares Bronyon and Winging Pom, Forest for calling ‘Longs this way’ rather than ‘Longs On On” (think that was an excuse to use up a bit more of hash cash’s cash), Nic and Jenny Early for being late. Nic was also given a hash name of Cyril the Squirrel- nothing to do with him chasing squirrels on the hash but something from his past!!! I heard whispers of connections to ‘nuts?” (think what you will). 

Thanks also to Ted and hashers for writing the word while I was away. As The Bard said in last weeks word – Ted is getting a cold head. If anyone has a spare L2H3 buff he can wear, please bring it along.

Other news:
There is a bald spot for December 1st. I would volunteer but we are looking after our grandson that weekend, so although hoping to be there, can’t see how we could lay and hare a hash. Volunteer please. 

Jill (Scarlet Moggie) is part of the South Hill Recycling for Charity scheme and collects the xmas chocolate plastic boxes such as Roses, Quality St etc. When empty, please give them to her at the hash. They also recycle loads of other things which we normally throw away, so please bring to the hash. Here are a couple of links to what is collected: https://south-hill.co.uk/charity-recycling/ and  https://www.facebook.com/groups/recycling.for.charity

A circumnavigation of Kilmar and the day of the nuptials.

First I must give my thank yous on behalf of the hash. To Graham & Liz for allowing us back onto Trewortha farm. To B&M and Spin the Wheel for inviting us to join them at their Hash Nuptials and generously funding the provisions and to the catering team led by Her Indoors who transported the food, laid it out and cleared everything up at the end. It all rounded off a memorable hash. 
B&M gave the brief: two L/S splits and something about the shorts taking the second long if they weren’t feeling too knackered.
Off we went in the opposite direction to the last time we were running from this venue past the ever growing sculpture park and out onto Twelve Men’s Moor. As the Bard passed his car ( L2 H TH, later to be accused of filching logs ) he offered that as it was typical Bodmin Moor weather, coldish, dampish and wet underfoot, I might like to sit in the car and keep warm. I disabused him of this in no uncertain terms. Who does he think I am; some wimpish whinger!
As we climbed the slope towards Kilmar Tor we fell further behind and soon lost sight of the longs who were not seen again until we got back to the farm. However I was pleased to see I was not the only one getting a lift, there was Finn in Your Nicked’s back pack but we couldn’t even keep up with them. As the hill became steeper gun shots rang out from the farm. What next will the hares come up with to keep us moving. Bodmin Moor? it felt more like the Wild West. 
Two good checks on the first short when the hashers spread out in all directions hunting sawdust allowed the Bard to catch up. On a grey day however the hashers merged into the background and were difficult to spot as most were wearing dark clothing. Where have all our bright T-shirts gone? The only thing that stood out in the murk were the sheep with their red stained fleeces.
The Bard taking his first short cut became bogged down in a boulder scree. By the time he extracted himself we were alone, everyone was out of sight over the ridge. When we crested the top I was expecting to be confronted by native Americans mounted on their ponies but we were just met by a howling gale. The Bard said we should take a strategic decision and keep to the high ground so I would be able to keep an eye on all of the pack below. The shorts split into the joggers ahead with the walkers in tow. The Bard took more shortcuts than a drunken tailor but that allowed me to spot the leaders of the shorts make their predicted decision not to go on the second long and then to merge into a herd of black cattle. They seemed to hesitate there for some time trying to find a way round or a way out. We descended to meet them at the farm Gate at one hour ten minutes. The longs were already changed and walking to the on-down in the barn. I then spotted Finn, fast asleep head snuggling against his mum’s neck. If only I could have had such a smooth ride and enjoyed a quiet nap but all the way round the Bard regaled me with accounts of hashes past and the times the hash has started out from Trewortha Farm. Boring, boring, boring. Maybe it wasn’t too bad being kept awake as from my high ground I had wonderful views across the moorland and the surrounding tors, there was no tarmac and it wasn’t raining.
Back at the on down the RA prepared for the ceremony. It took an interminable amount of time for him to lay out the required accoutrements in preparation for the great event. The hash waited in unusually quiet mode becoming restless by the delay. At last all was ready and the RA performed the joining by anointing with sawdust and beer and a reading of something that sounded a little like the Lord’s Prayer. I was most impressed by the RA’S ingenuity but was later informed that he’d got it off the internet and that the ceremony had previously been witnessed by L2H3 for Snowshoes at Dizzard Farm.
I’m told that the right thing to do when reporting on such an occasion is to give a description of the bride’s couture. Spin the Wheel was one of the only sensibly dressed hashers to be wearing a thick padded long coat, just the right thing for a draughty barn on a November afternoon and for the ceremony a bright pink thick fleece.
The buffet was opened and the entertainment commenced. This was kept within the nuptial family and provided by the indomitable Finn, observed begging food off Godmother and Foo-Foo’s plates then dropping some of his prize onto the dusty barn floor, picking it up and popping it into his mouth. This was repeated several times as it was such fun. 
Finally I would like to be able to request my mum ( Little Bo Peep ) to obtain a hash hat that I can wear for these winter months. After all that OTHER bear has a hat and I don’t want to be out-done. But whatever you do don’t mention Marmalade!

On-On, Ted. ( Maybe a hash name as well? )

How many hashers turned up on this glorious autumn day ?
One more than last week when it was chucking it down with rain ( well, admittedly it stopped just before we set off).
If you read the word I suppose you have the right to express an opinion. If you don’t then life carries on and you are oblivious to the changes, updates, views etc etc. Take, for example the said Hash bear. Who? What? Why? Well no one appears to want the poor thing because it means said person has to write the word! Oh, and carry it around on the trail on their back? I have enough problems keeping up as it is! Today, however, my saving grace was Brillo to arrived at St German’s Station via Liskeard from Plymouth. Depositing said furry creature into his safe hands (he was heading to the pub not the trail) I continued to trail behind the longs but with slightly less to carry.
Another thing. It is optional that hares choose to bring raffle prizes now that (for a trial period) the Hash is supplying 2 bottles of wine each week. Some are questioning whether the trial period needs to carry on? Today’s hares (x3) provided a good range of items plus the provided ! Are we a charity now?
I admit it was a good turnout and we all enjoyed a varied trail. Road, rail and pastureland, amazing views, home turf for Foo Foo and starting at the pub and ending at the pub (we don’t often experience that). Thanks to the hares who hope that they don’t get the Too Much Tarmac Award next year!

Other news:
Hash Cash is overwhelmed by the interest shown for the post Christmas menu.
Get One Free and Sniffer are planning a Coffee Morning with amazing raffle prizes in aid of Pancreatic  through support at the London Marathon. Date to be announced.
Capt Oates is promoting the annual Carols at Coldrennick 2024. 11 or 12 December.
Hashaway 2025 will be set from Tavira, Portugal 9-11 May 2025.

Run report by Hash Ted
Captain Oates kindly offered to take me round the hash today – 25 hashers and 4 hares set off from Saltash Rugby Club, but very soon we were left behind – I must go on a diet as I obviously slowed Captain Oates down. Luckily, she knew a short cut , and shortly after caught up with some very lost hashers near Saltash Wesley Church and were able to put them back on track. By the time we reached the long/short/walkers split Captain Oates was exhausted and escorted the walkers back to the Rugby club. The rest of the hash set off towards the woods- the shorts claimed that Brillo mixed up the trails and swear they did the long (as if) by mistake, and certainly arrived back a good 20-30 minutes after the longs. Luckily there were plenty of chip butties left for them back at the Cecil Arms, kindly provided by the landlord.
Down downs were given to the hares- Brillo, Granville, Captain Oates and Gasbag, and a down down to Whinging Pom, for daring to whinge about the long/short trail mix up. Everybody else said the hash was brilliant.

Run Report written by Hash Ted
I was very excited when Little Bo Peep told me this morning that I was going hashing. I’ve been so sick of being shoved under beds and into wardrobes. On arrival at the hash, I was given to the On Sec who put me in a carrier as she said that the I would otherwise get stuck in the mud. Apparently we started in a new venue although I would later learn from overhearing conversations that none of the actual hash was new! Off we trotted down the lane and into Common Moor with the shouts of ‘On On’ filling the air. Everyone seemed very jolly and I was loving it. Down a little footpath by some cottages and onto moorland fields. I was a bit upset to go through a kissing gate but no kisses were offered to me- I had loads to give, but was soon laughing away at seeing Eastern Promise and others getting stuck in the mud! The shorts then headed back but me, being on the long, kept going over a bridge, up a hill and then along Siblyback lake to the Dam. We headed back to Common Moor via some tiny little footpaths- probably, I was told used by the miners a long time ago and came by a house with a table outside and drinks and sweets for us all. This was a friend of Hide n Seeks who out of the goodness of her heart had supplied the very welcome yummy refreshments. We ran and walked back up through Common Moor and to the cars. I had a fantastic time and would love to do another one if anyone will carry me. Back at the bar Rubberlegs (why is he called that?) gave down downs to the five hares- Forest, Hide n Seek, Little Bo Peep, Godmother and Eastern Promise. B & M for 150 runs and Eastern Promise for 550 runs. Hornby for wearing wellies (well why wouldn’t you when some parts were very muddy) and Mama Mia for joining in. I thought I would get one as it was my first hash but think I was forgotten about!! But I did get some crisps later that I found on the floor where little Finn had dropped them! I heard a few moans about the way the raffle was done but I didn’t tell Forest as I think there were very valid decisions behind it. 
See you next week.

Other News
Events & Dates So Far

Event Date Venue 
Orienteering 22nd December 2024 Rangi & Forest 
Xmas Lunch 12th January 2025 Horizon Farm St Cleer
Hash Camp 4th/ 5th/6th July 2025 Hartford bridge
AGM 21st September 2025 TBC 

Details:
Orienteering – 22nd December 2024
at Rangi’s and Forests. Higher Gonamena, Minions, PL145LQ
Chilli and Baked Spuds after the event.

Xmas Lunch – 12th January 2025
Having checked out various places we have decided to go back to Horizon Farm for the xmas meal. One of the big advantages of this is that we have the place to ourselves. Also, the bar this year will be in the same room as they are having alterations done 

Menu:
Starters
Leek & Potato Soup
Prawn Cocktail
Halloumi Bites with Chilli Sauce
Mains
Carvery (Beef, Gammon and Turkey)
Nut Roast
Desserts
Apple Crumble & Custard
Sticky Toffee Pudding & Custard
Ice Cream

£15 per head for regular hashers to include a drink, a raffle ticket and no subs. 
Please make your choices, book and pay for your place with Baz/ Wigan Whippet

Hash Camp – 4th/ 5th/6th July 2025
T : 01822 810349 F: 01822 810028 
W : www.harfordbridge.co.uk
Harford Bridge Park Ltd
Peter Tavy
Tavistock
Devon
PL19 9LS 

We have decided to go back to Hartford Bridge, Tavistock for the weekend. Details out nearer the time. They have various types of accommodation. Please see the note below from Louise at Hartford Bridge. Please say that you are with the Looe and Liskeard Hash House Harriers when booking. 

The rate will be £11.50 per person per night for a grass non-serviced pitch. We have 8 pitches with electric hook up and the additional charge for these pitches will be £2.50 per night. Dogs are welcome at Harford Bridge Park (max 3 per pitch) on the Top Field, but must be kept on a short fixed lead at all times. There is a large secure dog walking field just across the road from the Park entrance. Dogs are charged at £2.50 per dog per night.

Caravans & Escape Pods are currently available for those dates and will be charge at our advertised rate for 2025 (still awaiting confirmation)

Payment will be taken from individuals at the time of booking.

So I wasn’t at the hash but I had the following report:
the Hash teddy was thrown into the crowd at the start of the hash – Kiss Me caught it. When she heard that it meant she had to write the word, she threw it again. Captain Oates caught it. She too wouldn’t write the word. Eric Big Axe said he wouldn’t mind doing it which led Little Bo Peep to assume he was . Saw him at a Hash Away meet (watch this space) – nothing was confirmed to him. 
So No Word – except to say B & M spent most of the week sussing out and laying the hash and then had to relay most of the town bit as the kids chalk he bought from Amazon got washed away Saturday night!
And the food was good at The Bulls Head apparently.

News
1. The MisManagement have had their first meeting, so there are few things to note.
Trial starting 13^th October: The hash will provide 2 bottles of wine each week for raffle prizes. If the hares or anyone else would like to bring a couple of smaller prizes to add to this, they are more than welcome but there is absolutely no need. This is a trial and Baz will report back to the committee to see if it works financially.
2. Rather than the RA having to shout out raffle numbers each week, Baz will pick out a couple of numbers from the bag and attach them to the prizes so that the RA can quickly say which numbers have won and the winners can collect their prizes. 
3. Hash Teddy – this Teddy has sat under B&Ms bed for a year, been stuffed in a wardrobe at Potbelly’s and he’s getting very sick of it. He wants some adventures. So, if the On Sec is not there – and she is away quite a lot – the Hare will give the Teddy to someone at the start of the hash – runner or no runner and that person can please write the word for that week through the eyes of Teddy or through themselves. Teddy might do the long, might do the short or might go straight to the pub for a cup of coffee or a pint of beer, but if that’s the case, Teddy can talk to the runners as to what the run was like and hear the misdemeanours that have occurred and write a report. To write the word, on the hash website there is a section on the LH side that says Run Reports and Stats.  Click on that and there is a very easy straightforward sheet to complete – just press send when done. This goes to hash Spider who then uploads it to the website. 

Dates for the year will be out shortly. Watch this space. 

Well, what else do you do on a wet and windy afternoon except write ‘The Word!!’ But weren’t we so lucky with the weather? Yes, it was windy and we had a little rain and Hide n Seek really wanted to do the short ON IN as she had no spare dry knickers and would have to go commando- but she was told absolutely not- she had to do the long- but it was nothing like it is now as I write this. 
But the run was good-(5. 85 miles on the long in 1hour and 1 min) and it was a run, with lots of tarmac and very little flour although the hares thought that 2 bags was more than ample to splash out on, for a hash. We went through fields and footpaths down to the beach, along the beach and then up to the golf course and around through more lanes, footpaths and fields. We were spread out at times, and I stuck with Scarlett Moggie, having no idea where I was and with the wind whipping away any calls of On On, to take a wrong turning by oneself might have meant spending the rest of the day completely lost and not getting to the fab ON Down – at Blunt Rock Brewery Tap Room with a vast choice of kegs and barrels. 
With Hash Cash, apparently being very stingy, and lots of people driving, B&M bought AF beer for the on downs which didn’t go down at all well, most of it being left undrunk!!
Down downs to the Hares – Nose Job and Running Nose- Thanks for a great hash and hope the weather picks up for you while you are down here
Down downs also to Spin the Wheel, Falsie, Mystic Meg and Hide n Seek for short cutting the trail when B&M had already said the trail was not that way and turned back, and Potbelly for doing a great fall and roll. 
But I found out later that another misdemeanour did occur- Biggles, who did get lost, asked someone the way back to the Brewery and got a lift from where he was- wherever that was- all the way back to the ON Down!

After the AGM, I head up to my Mums for the night near Sidmouth. I shower- slight relief. I wake at midnight- tingling, itching. I wake at 2am tingling itching. Where’s that cooling gel I ask myself- at home is the answer! It’s the same the next morning- itching and still 24 hours later- itching and tingling. When will it stop? 
We were told 5 long short splits, a beer stop, a horrible dangerous bit of tarmac, a check back (for the longs) we weren’t told about the nasty nasty nasty field of urtica dioica- alias The Stinging Nettle that leave you tingling and itching for hours. I shouldn’t have led through that field- I should have stopped to tie up my laces or something so I was at the back- maybe then they would have been trampled down- but no- full force all the time and no way to avoid them! Was this punishment for choosing to do the long as the shorts went nowhere near them!
But I’m beginning to sound like Winging Pom and that won’t do at all as in all fairness it was a great run – always lovely to run on new land- a fabulous set of ups and downs (which the hare wouldn’t let us short cut at all!) fields, and paths. We saw Sun Dodger front running and loving it until he got a little bit overheated and asked the hare if there were any fresh water lakes nearby that he could dip into. What did he expect the answer to be? And there was Hide n Seek who apparently, although I wasn’t aware of this, accused of a CBA to go any further vibe. The promised beer stop was a welcome relief- thank you Beermats and the remainder of the run passed fairly quickly. Thank you hares. 

After the hash we trundled along to Pelynt social club for the AGM. Down downs were given to the hares and to Bronyon whose birthday it was. There were no misdemeanour beers although Sun Dodger and Hide n Seek’s names cropped for the afore mentioned reasons.

The AGM
Annual Awards were announced as follows:
Hasher of the Year- Scarlet Moggy for her excellent work on the website
Hare of the Year- Hide n Seek for laying and helping out with many hashes
Junior Hasher of the Year- Ketchup Kisses for his total enthusiasm
Hash Heroes- Er Indoors and Mama Mia for their great beer stops and Hash Mash
Hare of the Dog- Trugg for her performance in the Algarve- need I say more?
Too Much Tarmac- Hot Bottom and Jaws
With much relief- Potbelly gave his 1 min speech and handed the baton to me. Arghh. Not a job I was particularly after, but I suppose after hashing on and off for 30 years it had to come sooner or later. 

I announced the new committee- a big OOH and intake of breath went up when 4 Joint Mistresses were announced and no Joint Masters but sorry guys I was told- there are no rules and I can do what I like. I added a new job- Hashaway- which of course goes to B&M (watch this space- he’s already onto it) and admitted that I had forgotten to choose a hash horn- fortunately within minutes, I’m Three had volunteered. 

We were then treated to a scrumptious feast from Tapenads and plenty of it. I even took a little goody bag up onto my mums. (Cheeky)
Thank you Potbelly and team for another year of hashing and hope this one goes as smooth as possible.

Just one more thing….
None of us are getting any younger and many are finding it difficult to lay a hash- not a problem, but please consider either 
• Planning one with permission and asking for someone to lay it or 
• Consider donating some raffle prizes. 

Please note: We still need a hare for October 6th. Unfortunately, I am away and cannot step in this time.

Sitting contemplating my final run report I gave some thought to emulate Hornby and give a potted history of the Cothele Estate but quite frankly I can’t be bothered and don’t know enough about it anyway. Next week this will become someone else’s worry, can’t say who as its a well kept secret known only to the outgoing mismanagement, the incoming mismanagement, the people asked to carry out the supporting roles and their partners, about 30 I would say.
Sadly as often happens the change from Monday night to Sunday morning and with several people away on holiday resulted in a drop in numbers with only 21 attending, 8 doing the long and 1 doing the
short, and others walking in Cothele.
The briefing was short as there was no stock no crops and few gates to warn about. The run took off through the estate at a brisk pace through Comfort woods and Newton farm to a treasure stop with most people together before returning to the cars through recently cut fields, a bramble and nettle filled lane and a little road.
Back at the Rifle Volunteer the gathered few were able to sit outside in the pleasant weather where Jaws took over the role of RA in the absence of the RA, assistant RA and the stand in RA.
Down downs were awarded to the hares Potbelly and Withane, thanks to us, misdemeanours for Jenny Early for checking out the trail the way she had come and Gasbag for being the only person to accompany the hare on the short trail. The raffle followed with Mathew Early winning 3 prizes having grabbed all the families tickets jumping up in delight shouting bingo each time, a possible hash name there.
Good luck to next year’s Hon Sec and mismanagement not that they should need it hopefully.
Finally a big thank you to everyone who has contributed in whatever way as The Hash would not survive without everyone’s cooperation.

I am counting the days until the end of my sentence, I mean year as on sec, as I write my penultimate run report I’m sure you’ll all be relieved and looking forward to flowing and entertaining prose from next year’s on sec.
On a dry day albeit rapidly becoming autumnal on our last Monday run this year Scarlet Moggy gave the briefing a long short split, and Forest, who had been joint hare, would hare the long and she would hare the shorts, all three of them, and advised those walking of a suitable route.
A pleasant well laid moorland run followed around the base of Cheesering Tor returning through the Hurlers well timed to avoid the failing daylight.
Tragically the pub at Minions is still derelict following the fire, with no signs of progress, so we retired to The Manor at Rilla Mill, who opened especially for us once again.
Hornby took over the duties of the absent R.A and awarded down downs to the hares Scarlet Moggy and Forest, thanks to them and was extremely disappointed to have to return money to hash cash as there were no milestones or reported misdemeanours much to the delight of Wigan Whippet.
It was good to see The Bard out and about hopefully he will be back to regular hashing soon.

On arriving at this weeks venue on a pleasant dry evening the underside of the car had a quick clean as we entered the field to park with the high grass mound in the middle of the track, I don’t think any car parts were left behind.
I’m Three gave the briefing don’t enter any fields with cattle, one field on shorts with sheep so ensure all gates shut and oddly even asked how many long short splits refused to give us an answer. We set off through uneven fields, through a large maize field and more fields joined with bits of tarmac until returning to the cars after just over a hour. 
Back at The Manor downs to The Hares I’m Three and Eastern Promise, laying their second hash in a month, thanks to them, Potbelly for turning up to a wake inappropriately dressed, in defence it was on hash business, hash prat shirt awarded, Edmund for checking out on the right trail but coming back because she was worried about being left behind and last but not least Biggles reaching 900 runs.
We still need a hare for 15th September and the AGM will be on 22nd September with the on down at Pelynt Social Clb with a subsidised buffet let us know ASAP if you are planning to attend.

Fortunately there is very little traffic in the lanes approaching Woodlands Farm as there were precious few passing places after leaving the A38 with grass growing in the middle of the road.
Before the briefing the RA paid tribute to our sorely missed Grand Master Chopper who left us a year ago this week. 
The lengthy briefing by B&M thanked the Farmer who was present and informed us we were running on new ground, there were no long short splits as the trails were separate, most gates open but if not to climb them at the hinge end, a river crossing that could be avoided by crossing a bridge which everyone but B&M did, enjoy the views, there was a Wurzal Gummage and Aunt Sally both holding sunflowers which could be exchanged for prizes at the end and advised the walkers were they could walk avoiding the mountainous terrain.
Due to various ailments and feeling old and decrepit I embarked on the short trail with a select few descending through fields and a little woodland, where we encountered Aunt Sally (don’t think Una Stubbs would have been flattered) to the A38 before a climb up the road and fields back to the cars.
Back at the London Inn a cricket club quiz made parking near the pub difficult but people managed. It was nice to see Luv A Bull join us again for the second week running.
The RA had a few more words in memory of Chopper before awarding down downs to the hares Mr Bloom, B&M, Spin The Wheel and You’re Nicked, thanks to them, Withane for 600 runs and Er Indoors for 1350 runs. No misdemeanours were announced but several reports of ungentlemanly behavior with Hornby racing and knocking Hide and Seek out of the way so he could get to the sunflower first. 
Plant prizes were given out for those with sunflowers and a multitude of raffle prizes won.
Hare required for September 15th. Contact little Bo Peep if you can help.

As we met at Foredown, near Pensilva (apparently called Bodminland before the 1840s copper boom when it just consisted of two dwellings), to receive our 2,500th run T-shirts, many were thinking that it would be a moorland run. The briefing gave us a clue, however, with ‘No stock’ and ‘Keep to the tram lines’ warnings. After an initial loop on the moor, with Motormouth noticeable among the front runners, the longs were soon on arable land, underlining the rapid transition from moorland to intensive arable farming at the edge of the moor. Indeed, the route continued with an interesting mixture of stubble, recently drilled crops and wheat close to harvest, along with a cut grass field, being turned as we passed through.
The Sneyd and Ward families were encouraging new hashers by bringing the grandchildren along, with Henry running well on the longs. In fact, he claimed he would have done more checking, but had to wait for his minder, ‘Hide & Seek’, at the checks. On the shorts, Luke was commended for his calling as he found the drops, but was told that you only needed to say ‘On-on’ after 4 drops (so he then continued with ‘On-on five, On-on 6 etc., apparently).
The trail was well-laid with plenty of drops and the shorts and longs came together again just before a long-short split. As they were joining the longs, D’Artagnan and Luke followed Hornby to a check, but the reaction from the hares indicated that we might have arrived there a bit earlier than they had planned! The children enjoyed the Treasure Stop at the same venue, with parents being over-ruled as other hashers encouraged them to dig in. The quality of the trail was underlined as at the ensuing beer stop, the longs were only slightly behind the shorts. It was noticeable that both Luke and Motormouth were fading on the uphill bits towards the end, with I’m Three and Eastern Promise sprinting out ahead.
Then it was back to Darite (built in the 1840s copper boom, originally known as Railway Terrace as the Liskeard & Caradon Railway ran alongside its main [only?] street). More specifically our target was the Crow’s Nest. The pub started as a mine captain’s house and pay office when the nearby Glasgow Mine was in operation. Miners were paid in part with Crow’s Nest ‘money’ and the only way to spend it was to buy ale in the pay office! (sorry – I think that I said I wasn’t going to do a history lesson this time).
We were then entertained by attempting a sweet quiz designed by Kiss Me, with D’Artagnan & Anushka gaining bronze, Godmother & Biscuits silver, after a play-off having drawn with Cap’n Oates, who was awarded the gold medal.
Thanks to the hares for laying an expert trail and arranging the buffet afterwards to (and everyone else’s contribution) to celebrate L2H3’s 2,500th run.
Down-downs went to Bronyon, Kiss Me & Whingeing Pom as hares, Er Indoors & Mama Mia for beer stop duties, Hornby for blaming his grandson for shortcutting, Henry for keeping up so well on the longs, Luke for his shouting on the short. The RA was nominated ‘Hash Prat’ for being too keen in giving the grandchildren the full hashing experience, complete with beer for down-downs.

Summer arrived for a day with a pleasant evening in between the showery days normally expected during the school holidays giving wonderful views of the moors and a generally pleasant evening for Shake Em Up and Sandy’s run from the Crows Nest. Extensive research by my highly paid PA has revealed the last run laid by Shake Em Up was on the 29th April 2013 also from Crows Nest some 11 years ago, hopefully it will not be that long before the next run.
The briefing laid in sawdust, one long short split and there would be a lot of livestock.
The trail climbed up onto the moor to the split where the long trail looped around the moor to Minions, along to Long Tom, and eventually back to Crows Nest in just over a hour. It was noticeable and unusual the longs arrived back with dry feet, apparently not so the shorts.
Back at Crows Nest it was nice to be sat outside where the RA went into overdrive awarding down downs to the hares Shake Em Up and Sandy (no hash name yet) thanks to them for stepping in and laying a run at the last minute, Nick Pooley was named Bambi because of his running style, Mr Bloom for taking excessive care not to get his feet wet, Kiss Me for being knacked due to morning yoga and Sniffer for having completed 1800 runs which apparently is the second time this has happened??

Quite an attendance 41 with L2H3, numbers being swollen due to visiting relatives and friends, plus it seemed there were more than that from TVH3. After a bit of a scramble parking cars I’m Three gave the briefing, laid yesterday in flour with some relaid today, to climb tied gates at hinge end and no stock, Stopcock a co hare from TVH3 interjected with a warning not to fall off the cliffs, worrying to say the least.
Starting off along the road an early check took the trail over a fence causing the pack to spread out along the picturesque banks of River Lynher where everyone safely negotiated the aforementioned cliffs. A long short split on reaching the road took the long up the road to a cut 30 acre field which some circumnavigated although the trail went down into woods where the majority of the longs lost the trail and were diverted by Stopcock to rejoin the short trail. Those who didn’t go into the woods, all L2H3 hashers, followed the trail back to the long short split and through fields to another split where the trail descended steeply down through low brambles and slippery undergrowth in fading daylight and returned to the pub after one and a half hours.
Back at the Manor Inn, bursting at the seams, the TVH3 GM Split Ends addressed us announcing birthdays and suchlike before our RA stepped up and awarded down downs to the hares, I’m Three, Eastern Promise and Stopcock thanks to them, but he had only bought two beers so he decided to be sexist so he left out Eastern Promise.

What a scorcher on one the hottest days of the year 46 sadistic people turned up to punish themselves or a run that could only start off uphill regardless of direction.
The briefing given by Get One Free told us laid in sawdust, three long short splits, most gates open leave as found and a small amount of stock (don’t believe everything you hear).
The long trail set off along the road soon to be climbing and the shorts also climbing met fairly early on before crossing fields and road before another split looping around to Treboul where Er Indoors and Mama Mia were waiting to invigorate us with a beer stop.
The trail continued mostly downhill through ankle breaking fields and very excitable cattle, unexpected by the hares, before arriving back at the cars after about one and a half hours.
Back at The Sportsmans Arms it was good to see Luv A Bull after a while. The RA welcomed Caboose a visitor from Berkshire Hash, awarded down downs to the hares Get One Free, Sniffer and Hide and Seek, thanks to them, Slasher for living up to his name, B&M for following not checking taking the blame for a number of people doing the same and Falsie for 850 runs. He then congratulated B&M and Spin the Wheel on their upcoming nuptuals.
Our best wishes go to The Bard who is still in hospital after covid hope to see him before too long.
Anyone who has not signed up for 2500 and associated tee shirts need to do so now.

After last weeks essay on the history of Stonehouse by Hornby I was tempted to compete but couldn’t be bothered so here is the usual drivel and no free drink for reading it.
Following a dry day the early evening turned dank and misty not ideal for a moorland run fortunately the visibility remained adequate so everyone returned safely if a little soggy.
The briefing, given by The Invisible Man, informed us of sawdust that was clearly visible even when wet, one long short split from the start and to respect the large numbers of stock even though he thought he was wasting his breath as nobody takes any f******g notice.
The longs set off down the road before a moorland trail returned us to the cars to follow in the footsteps of the shorts with Little Bo Peep popping up every now and then to check our progress. More moorland running followed with a welcome treasure stop and a spectacular tumble by I’m Three on the return to the cars in about 70 minutes.
Back at Blisland Inn a great selection of beers were on offer and Hornby took over the roll of RA as the Invisible Man was a hare.
The RA welcomed Truro hasher Titty Touch who joined us this week and awarded down downs to the hares Invisible Man and Little Bo Peep, thanks to them, Spin The Wheel for answering the call of nature at the treasure stop, prat teeshirt awarded, and Potbelly apparently having a senior moment and slurring his words, unjustifiable in my opinion. 
On a serious note The Bard has contacted covid and has been hospitalised as a result, we wish him a speedy recovery and return to the hash.

St Swithin’s Day Run Report 
With several away on holiday and several loath to come over the Tamar, we were a very select group of 15 for the St Swithin’s Day run at Stoke – quality not quantity! Although it rained most of the day and no doubt made it difficult for our hares, it had stopped as we turned up for the run. Most hashers had an easy drive in with little traffic and plenty of parking was available along the road outside the Firkin Scholar.
We were able to overlook the old site of the Devonport King’s road railway station (closed for passengers in1964 and goods in 1971), then becoming a British Road Services goods depot, before more recently having City College built there.
Brillo disappeared to lay part of the run, before Cap’n Oates gave the briefing with Medium, Short and Walkers options. Brillo as usual had used chalk on the pavements and Cap’n Oates flour(?). We were off more or less straight into what we thought was a park, but the slate gravestones next to the walls and underfoot indicated it was originally a cemetery. In fact, closed in 1871, it was the Stoke Damerel Parish Church’s cemetery. Full use was made of the parks in the vicinity with the mediums doing a full circle of Victoria Park which was originally Stonehouse Creek and opened in 1905 (should have been for Queen Vic’s jubilee in 1897). This took us all the way to the viaduct just before Plymouth station.
We came back past Plymouth University’s Dental School and, as explained by Gasbag, it was deliberately placed there because Devonport had the worst dental health statistics in the country. According to Mystic Meg, the run was around the same distance as usual, but with less uphill bits and a good pace set by B& M, Mystic Meg and the four youngsters, we were in just before the hour. The bonus was that we all arrived back with much cleaner shoes than usual, so less work when we got home.
Thanks go to Brillo and the landlord for laying on sausages and chips (we were 15/16ths of the clientele) – a very welcome bonus, especially to those of us who had eaten already. We were looking for the RA for some time until we twigged that Invisible Man really wasn’t there.
Down-downs went to Cap’n Oates & Brillo as hares. Nick had one for un-hash like behaviour in being a gentleman and giving up front running now and again to check that his beloved was all right. Lottie was due one for completely ignoring Brillo as a hare (but then who wouldn’t when someone comes out of the bushes lager can in hand?), but she had to be congratulated on her pregnancy (perhaps the reason for Nick’s gentlemanly behaviour?) and so was given water and Maddy took the beer.
The raffle was interesting in that we had a five-in-a row situation where each person drew the ticket of the person sitting next to them. Afterwards the conversation returned to:
“St Swithin’s Day, if it does rain
Full forty days, it will remain
St Swithin’s Day, if it be fair
For forty days, t’will rain no more.

Although the more meticulous claim it is not true, there is certainly a pattern that if the weather is settled or unsettled in Mid-July, the same pattern tends to continue over the harvest period i.e. the rest of July and August. So, on that basis don’t expect too much sun and heat this summer (great after it raining from July-May with just a couple of weeks dry in January!).
Please let me know if you have read this – just doing a straw poll on % of hashers looking at the ‘Run Reports’. All respondents’ names will go into a prize draw.

In spite of several people being away and others with prior commitments there was a good attendance for the safari supper starting at Menheniot Cricket Club on Sunday. Captain Oats and Godmother organised the event with Hide and Seek helping with the trail and Er Indoors supplying the starter and others helping by serving, clearing up and bringing salads and puddings.
The run briefing by Godmother was focused on keeping to the tramlines through the crops making every effort not to damage them, there was to be one long-short split and there would be a short rambo stretch on the long.
As promised we were soon running through tramlines in fields with a variety of high crops, corn, broad beans and oats as well as cattle and sheep fields. In a small wooded section between fields it was noticeable why Jenny Early (no hash name yet) brought her boys along as they were both helping Mum down off a bank. After about an hour and a quarter we arrived at Suzy and Odi’s bungalow near Roseland where we were greeted with the starters, onion tarts and fish pate in the garden.
A short run to Tregrill followed where we were welcomed into Godmother’s house for the main course: shepherds pie, chile con carne and and a vegetarian option with rice and salad contributions from the hash with beer and wine to wash it down. Unusually the gods were shining on us as the only rain came while we were eating indoors.
About a mile, walked by most, returned us to the cricket club for 
the puddings to complete the meal. Thanks to everyone involved for a very enjoyable afternoon. 
The RA awarded down downs to Godmother, Hide and Seek and Captain Oats for the run and organisation, to Mama Mia for 950 runs and Wigan Whippet for 1450 runs.

A very pleasant evening able to get out of the car before the hash without a jacket.
After milling around for a while we were dragged across the moor for some reason by Angus one of the hares for the briefing, the shorts being about five k and the longs about eight k, worrying for us less fit hashers, there were three long short splits and a wet dry split and he would be disappointed if we returned dry.
We set off together soon reaching the first long short split with the long crossing the road and running parallel to the road to Long Tom, a notable landmark, before crossing the road again. At this point having warned us about water Angus ran through the edge of a large puddle and left his shoe behind in the mud, nobody laughed. The hash continued across the moor, round the quarry and on to the wet dry split negotiated by all with one exception, Spin The Wheel who plunged into the muddy water up to her nether regions, see photos, complaining she had nothing to change into. Back to the cars via The Hurlers in about an hour the longs arriving before the shorts.
Back at the Crows Nest Hornby stood in for the absent R.A awarding down downs to the hares Slasher, Angus, Hilary and Lottie, thanks to them for laying a run at short notice after being with us for such a short time, Angus for loosing his shoe and as a result being named Hippo and Spin The Wheel for her water experience doing her down down in a jacket and rumour has it commando.
Still no hare for first July if anyone can manage it.

Another pleasant evening with a chilly wind greeted us at Tokenbury Corner for a last minute hash laid by The Bard and Scarlet Moggy who stepped in to fill this weeks bald spot. The Bard gave the shortest briefing I can remember, the longs go that way and the shorts go that way, not ideal for someone who has to write a run report looking to fill up a few lines, but short and to the point.
The longs crossed the road briefly before a pleasant moorland run laid with confusing direction changes keeping us together eventually catching up with the shorts running together for a little while before another split. Shortly after the split the long trail descended a steep slope and I must admit to travelling down it mostly on my backside and soon afterwards became detached from the pack with one or two others and headed back to the cars after about an hour at the same time as everyone else.
Back at Wheal Tor where parking was at a premium the RA awarded down downs to the hares The Bard and Scarlet Moggy, thanks to them for stepping in and laying a run, welcomed Little Minx and friend back from travels and for Hornby and new recruit Nick for the heinous crime of racing at the end who were deservedly given down downs in lemonade.
There are still three bald spots to fill before Sunday hashing but a volunteer has come forward for next week.

Yet another sole hare this week with Godmother laying another trail two weeks after her last one this time on her own.
The briefing told us laid in chalk, there were numerous sheep so make sure all gates are shut and secure, excitable bullocks, to climb gates at hinge end, be careful on a short stretch of busy road and go past the barn quietly as cattle were having a hairdo ready for the Royal Cornwall Show.
A pleasant evening run of around the hour mark with some clever checks keeping us together, through fields, woods, tracks and nettles followed, with swans on the short and white peacocks on the long. It was good to see Nick one of our newer hashers following the trail high up and round the edge of a large field on his own while everyone else shortcut through the middle. 
Back at the Sportsman’s down downs we’re awarded to Trug for 100 runs, the RA commenting she seems to have been around a lot longer, and Shake em Up for forgetting his hash mat and was reunited with it in the pub.
Hares are still needed, The Bard and Scarlet Moggy stepping in so we have a run next week.

Driving to Lerryn the clouds were thickening in the direction we were travelling and although we started in the dry the rain came during the run fortunately not too heavy.
Eric Big Axe (the sole hare a rare occurrence these days) gave the briefing sheep and cattle that should cause no problem, three long/short splits one from the start and if the shorts do all three it will be a short run and the longs would not be that long either.
We set off in different directions the longs heading off uphill and the shorts over the river. The longs continued up on road, footpaths, fields, where we encountered fallow deer, and tracks before rejoining the short trail across the river. More fields, with a sighting of a red kite over the house, before the run in through the woods and along the creek back to the cars in around the hour.
A friendly atmosphere awaited us at the Ship Inn where the RA did his bit awarding a down down to the hare Eric Big Axe, thanks to him, well deserved as his knees impede his walking never mind hashing.
Welcome to new hasher Maddie who ran with us this week if this carries on our average age could drop below 60 before you know it.

Thanks to Godmother and Little Bo Peep stepping in and laying a run at the 11th hour we had a run this week attended by 35, the number being swollen by some ex Tamar Valley H3 hashers, hopefully we will see them again and a return visit by Brown Nose and friends.
Godmother gave the briefing laid in sawdust, one long short split, some cattle that had become excited by being mixed with others so not to make too much noise when passing and a reminder to climb gates at the hinge end if necessary. 
We set off with the long short split being early, the long trail going down a steep slope with the first of the cattle charging around and then into fields of crops running in the tram lines, round ploughed fields and through rough woodland. Given the lovely weather I expected to keep my feet dry but hadn’t counted on the tram lines having long ankle deep puddles so that didn’t happen. I must confess to having lost the trail and had to return to Tregryll after over an hour and it was a little while before the shorts arrived back just a little longer before the longs. A great run in spite of the short notice.
Back at the Sportsmans the RA awarded down downs to the hares Godmother and Little Bo Peep, thanks to them, and to Get One Free for having completed 850 hashes.
There are still bald spots to fill if anyone can help.

In spite of the previous forty eight hours it was dry, but a lot cooler, when we arrived at Minions for Rangi and Forests hash laid at short notice their second in a month there being no other volunteers as hares. As of yet there is no hare for next week so unless there is a late volunteer there will be no run next week.
At the briefing Forest suggested that if anyone not able to lay runs has contacts to get permissions it would be a great help before giving the run details, a long short sp.it from the start and two more to follow, laid in sawdust, one drop and on and may be a little unclear given the adverse weather when marking the trail.
We set off in different directions across the moor not as dry underfoot as the last few weeks with a number of fallers as there was plenty of mud. B&M followed the trail scrambling over a fast flowing stream and back over in spite of being able to see the longs ahead on an easy path, he’ll learn. With lots of hills an many checks keeping us together we arrived at the cars in just over the hour.
We were welcomed once again by Wheal Tor Hotel with Get One Free standing in as hash cash in the absence of Wigan Whippet also helping with raffle prizes. The RA then awarded down downs to the hares Forest and Rangi, thanks to them, Bronyon as the most spectacular faller, The Bard for taking an early short cut and leading the way back, and when he found himself The Invisible Man awarded himself a down down for 1050 runs. Hornby then awarded The Invisible Man the hash prat shirt for failing to bring it last week prompting The Invisible Man to confess to his criminal past being caught by a speed camera leaving the hash at St Annes Chapel.
The RA informed that Carnage has been to see Walkabout who has been unwell in hospital and is home now.

What a lovely evening, it was like being back in The Algarve with warmth and blue skies, when we gathered at The Cecil Arms most of us at 6:00 but some ( B&M and Spin the Wheel) failed to read the website and arrived at 7:00 to welcome the returning hashers. Little Bo Peep was also reported to have intended to attend phoning to ask for a lift, the call being taken at the Cecil.
Sun Dodger gave the briefing, don’t cross any falses, fat chance of that, two long short splits and laid in sawdust.
We set off around St Stephens before decending on long footpath to Forder before running along the foreshore to Churchtown Farm taking in the viewpoint over Jupiter point before returning to the cars in about an hour.
Back at the Cecil we were able to sit outside and in the pleasant weather and enjoy sausages, chips and bread kindly provided by the landlord. Down downs were awarded to the hares Hide and Seek and Sun Dodger thanks to them the late comers escaping recognition.

There is a shortage of hares at present, fortunately Rangi and Forest have Volunteered for next week but ongoing we are going to have to lay more hashes if we wish to run weekly as there are less people able to lay runs than in the past. Speak to Little Bo Peep or me if you are able help fill in the bald patches.

Everyone was pleased to see that the rain had stopped for two hashes in a row after mostly running in the mud over the winter (in fact the wettest 18 months since records began 200 years ago). We were certainly going to keep our feet dry as we were doing a second run at higher upon freely draining soils.
After a short briefing from Forest assisted by Rangi, mainly telling us to be quiet round the many ewes and lambs, the pack set off with Eric Big Axe leading us up into the moor under the railway bridge. Although we have run in the area many times, a well-laid run had us fooled (on the long at least), as we seemed to find the many false trails which had been laid. Forest soon shepherded (theme here) us back in the right direction, though. The trail criss-crossed us around the spoil heaps before taking us into the promised fields of ewes and lambs, with a quick view of Gonamena before coming out near the Minions Road.
The pace is usually fairly steady on the first few Monday runs as our bodies get used to running on full stomachs again; not so this week, however, with Eastern Promise and Hide & Seek setting a very strong pace on the longs. All enjoyed the downhill run – indeed Hide & Seek could have been described as racing as she reached the road near the pub, but no-one snitched her up.
It was good to see Rotten Cotton & Foo Foo when we got back to the Crow’s Nest. The former told us all about Mrs Crow, who was the landlady in 1958. Despite the rejoicing for the rain stopping there was quite a bit of grumbling about the cold, with much dithering as to whether the Down-downs would be out with Foo Foo or in with the walkers etc. who were loath to come out. They won out in the end. 
To follow the evening’s theme, of course Little Bo Peep needed to join in, giving us a hash maths session on why we need to be laying one run foreach ten we run and that she needed hares from 13th May onwards.
Down-downs were given to the hares, Rangi & Forest and no-one else, so Wigan Whippet had a grin on his face; the RA even had to be reminded to take the Hash Prat T-shirt back with him, as no-one had even managed to qualify for that (a first?). Or was Invisible Man keeping it so that it was awarded on the Algarve trip?
It’s always good to have home-made/home-grown items as raffle prizes, but I was intrigued as to how Forest had grown raspberries and made jam by April up on the moor (2024 was the date on the very professional label).

Other news:
No run on 29th April in L2H3 area.
Hares needed from 13th May.

Being hares for this weeks hash we had to make a couple of stops on the way to check the trail and place the treasure. In the middle car park we encountered Kiss Me, Biggles and Er Indoors (its a known dogging site), in the top car park Ready Mix and Mr Bloom and I hear Gasbag was sighted in the same area in spite of the Web site having a description, grid reference and map.
At the briefing the group was warned that due to very high winds the sawdust shavings may have rearranged themselves since they were put down yesterday, and the possibility of adders.
Inevitably as we started at the bottom of the incline the packs started off uphill with an early split, enjoying “running” in the dry on solid ground and not in two inches of water as we have become accustomed to. 
It was nice to hear a cuckoo, several skylarks and a see beautiful sunset, I would like to take some credit for being on the right side of the hill at the right time, but I can’t. The treasure stop on the windswept top of the hill before returning to the cars with a long downhill finish in a little over an hour.
Back at the Rifle Volunteer the RA did his bit awarding down downs to the hares Potbelly and Withane, a delighted Hide and Seek reaching 700 runs and shaming the poor navigation as already mentioned awarding the prat tee shirt to Kiss Me.
Hares are desperately needed as there are only three more runs booked in, please contact Little Bo Peep if you can help.

Arriving at the venue there were lot of cars full of people sheltering from the awful wet and windy conditions. At the appointed hour everyone emerged cowering in the field while The Bard gave his briefing, two long short splits, a walkers trail, lots of sheep and one gate to climb. 
A lot of people started off through serious amounts of mud, the numbers being increased by visiting relatives and a couple of local families. The trail took us through fields, over and under fences, steep slippery banks, through slippery bluebell woods just starting to flower, retuning to the cars after about an hour and ten minutes. On the way round Mr Bloom was spotted resting on a shooting stick – is this going to become a new hash accessory? – and Hornby turned up about two thirds of the way round having arrived very late. It has been a long time since I counted 22 people on the long trail it was good to see especially given the weather conditions.
Back at the Old School Inn we were once again treated to real ales straight from the barrel and a warm welcome. 
The RA thanked the landlord and landlady and Grenville (farmer at Lonoy Farm and ex-hasher who had joined us in the pub) welcomed the visitors and the retuning Godmother and Eric Big Axe after they attended the Interhash in New Zealand on their travels.
Down downs were awarded to the hares, thanks to them, at last Godmother for 950 runs and last but not least Paddington who celebrated her 90th birthday in the week. Paddington then treated us to one of her poems on reaching 90 :

You don’t have to do much to reach ninety
You don’t have to be superfit
It doesn’t take much of an effort
To keep walking and running a bit

Of course you must join L2H3 
Then you really can’t go wrong 
Just stay on your feet as long as you can 
And keep shouting on-on on-on!

She then blew out the candles on her birthday cake before cutting it, see pictures,and we enjoyed a buffet courtesy of the Hares and Pantyhose thanks to them and to Withane for decorating the cake.

You don’t have to do much to reach ninety
You don’t have to be superfit
It doesn’t take much of an effort
To keep walking and running a bit

Of course you must join L2H3 
Then you really can’t go wrong 
Just stay on your feet as long as you can 
And keep shouting on-on on-on!

In spite of it being a pleasant dry morning on Bodmin Moor, Easter Sunday took its toll with a reduced attendance of twenty four, including one visitor, arriving for Invisible Man and Little Bo Peep’s first collaboration near Temple.
The briefing given by Invisible Man spoke of dodgy gates, lots of stock, sheep, cows, horses and a fully equipped bull, and there was a treasure stop by a run down building. 
Everyone started of in the same direction marked by a very clear arrow (see photo) running on the moor parallel to the A30 for a short distance before a long short split, the long apparently unaccompanied but the hare turned up in a gateway soon afterwards.
We rejoined the shorts and were happily following a well laid trail when the Invisible Man started calling us back but stopped when he realised Scarlet Moggy was on a check and calling us on. The shorts followed him to the treasure stop while the longs did a further loop before reaching the same place for their refreshments. Approaching the treasure stop Sniffer was shouting at the top of her voice for the shorts to regroup so she could take a group photo but she could not make herself heard over the wind so she could only take one of the longs. A quick trot along Colliford Reservoir and then returning to the cars after about and hour and a half.
Back at The London Inn, St Neot, Hornby was RA of the day giving down downs to the hares Invisible Man and Little Bo Peep, thanks to them, Little Bo Peep for reaching 500 runs, Mr Bloom 100 runs and Invisible Man for calling people back when they were on the trail (hash prat tee shirt awarded too).

Several of us found it a little tricky to find the venue, the arrow pointing to another farm, but all persevered and assembled in the farmyard in good time and took the opportunity to chat to the farmer and his son. Bronyon even had time for a quick kick around. We were also greeted by a dog which we were grateful had been caged up to protect us. 

We had been warned the week before that we should wear wellies as the ground was so wet and many of us chose to, the rest (proper hashers) roughed it in usual attire. 

Mystic Meg and Hide’n Seek sent us on our way with a warning that the sawdust may have blown away. The shorts including the hare did have trouble finding the trail at times and were assisted with the longs when they caught up. The ground was soaked in places but was peaty rather than the smelly manurey variety. It was good to have dry feet for a change and we were treated to an unusually dry and sunny day.

Clear skies allowed for some lovely views over the moor and we passed the site of ancient ruins on our way up to the top of the steepest hill. Skylarks could be heard again on a hash this year, verified by Falsie Attenborough and buzzards were seen soaring high above the ground, unfortunately the Hash horn sounded more like a demented duck!

The hash was applauded as a big success by all at St Neot Social Club, and there was definitely NOT too much tarmac. 

The RA administered down downs to myself for tripping up in a spectacular way and to Horby. His ‘crime’ was reverse parking with his usual flourish. I think this is the third time he has managed to hit something when parking before the hash. He backed into the dog pen which very nearly led to letting the vicious dog out to see what hashers tasted like, beer probably.

Arriving at Frogmore car park it was obvious that it was a St Patrick’s Day run as we were greeted by a convincing leprechaun bearing a striking resemblance to Sniffer, a green gnome not unlike Hornby and a number of people in green.
Whingeing-Pom gave the briefing with occasional prompts from Bronyon, laid in sawdust, ensure gates not left open and respect sheep and lambs.
An early long short split saw the longs heading for sodden fields and when crossing a road encountered London hashers Cocaine Charlie and C**k Doctor, who had gone to the wrong National Trust car park, in their car but being young and fit soon joined us just before the locally know Kiss my a**e steps, a steep stone style into fields. The trail continued through paddy fields with huge climbs, some on steps on coast path, grass and a steep downhill in woods where Trug decided to roll in the mud.
After a good hour we reached a car park where we were treated to a beer stop, Guinness shandy, courtesy of Er Indoors and Mamma Mia. St Patrick’s Day cakes, Guinness and chocolate apparently were also on offer thanks the beermats for their efforts its much appreciated. 
Mamma Mia was also sporting a four leafed clover a lucky charm, Scarlet Moggy sent me an extract about this:
It’s a Celtic charm used in ancient times against evil spirits, each leaf symbolises faith, hope, love and luck. It powers me to the top of the hill. 
I wish I had one.
A short trail back to to the cars after an hour and a half the shorts I am told in exactly the hour.
Back at the Pelynt Social Club Invisable Man back from his travels presided, giving way to Hide and Seek who warned us about next week’s hash suggesting wellies may be more appropriate than trainers, before awarding down downs to the hares Whingeing-Pom and Bronyon, thanks to them, Sun Dodger and Spin the Wheel for climbing gates not at the hinge end, Hornby for being unable to distinguish between an arrow and a cross, and for an impressive milestone The Bard 2150 runs.
The hash prat tee shirt was give to Easy Option who turned up one hour late for the run even though the clocks were not changing, impressive at best.
On a more serious note our most senior hasher Luv-a-Bull has been unwell and is currently in Liskeard hospital, we wish her well and hope for a speedy recovery.

We were a select group on Sunday, with some away, some with Mothering Sunday commitments and some not well (get well soon Potbelly & Luvabull!) & no doubt some just not wanting to travel so far, as we met at Tredudwell Manor Car Park. There was some discussion about delaying as apparently there had been an accident blocking the direct route for those coming from Looe (one of the damaged cars could be seen with an AA van on the way back to Pelynt), although that was soon overruled when it was pointed out that we never delay for anyone else known to be coming late.

We soon set off and straightaway we were reminded that we were in the ‘yellow’ phase of spring with a host of primroses and celandines in the hedges, complementing the daffodils. There were even a few violets. The hares should be thanked for arranging quite a bit of the long trail on relatively well-maintained commercial woodland tracks, which kept our feet drier before returning to wet fields and some good shiggy later on. 

They also managed to bring shorts and longs back together as we arrived at the treasure stop simultaneously. The shorts were very keen, as they rushed off again while the longs stopped and discussed the weather – this was as the sun came out and gave us a hint that perhaps spring really was on the way and we were in the change from March ‘coming in like a lion’ to ‘going out like a lamb’. This theme continued as we watched a deer prance across the fields and we could hear the skylarks in full flow. The last loop of the longs was cleverly laid so that the three of us left had to work hard to find the trail despite only seemingly being a couple of fields away from the shorts – a good 1 hr 45-minute run! Surely this would have been long enough for Eastern Promise & I’m Three, seen out on a presumed marathon training run earlier in the morning?

Down-downs were awarded to the hares Kiss Me & Trug, who had laid the long route in pouring rain on the Saturday afternoon, Rubberlegs for 950 runs, with misdemeanours for Sniffer (nibbling too much treasure) and Gasbag for describing Kiss Me’s Bond Girl top as dead rats. The hash prat T-shirt was due to go to B&M for getting lost within 100m of his own house last week, but he obviously had Mothering Sunday obligations, driving straight off northwards after the run. So Little Bo Peep, despite giving a fully informative medical justification, had to have it for her black eye. Thanks to a wide selection of prizes from the hares and the low turnout, just about everyone went away with a raffle prize.

Congratulations to Too Posh & Rubberlegs on their 53rd wedding anniversary and thanks for the excellent provision of cake, which was appreciated by all present.

On a somewhat drier morning than last week’s run the group gathered at Liskeard Business Park for Jaws and Hot Bottom’s run. We were briefed by Jaws the main theme being traffic and any animals we may encounter would be likely to have wheels. There was to be a short short, a long short, and a long long.
The pack set off passing through previously unencountered housing estates, according to the Bard, and lanes around Liskeard. In the course of this a five pound note was seen in someone’s front garden and I’m Three detoured to recover it only to be relieved of it by Bronyon who returned it to the homeowner. In a slightly muddy lane the front of the pack having missed a check, the lane was blocked by an ankle deep puddle where Hide and Seek turned around determined to avoid getting wet feet before the false was found beyond the puddle. 
Back at The Liskeard Tavern Sun Dodger once again stood in as RA awarding down downs to the hares Jaws and Hot Bottom, thanks to them, Whingeing-Pom for a magnificent 1950 runs and B&M for getting lost in his own backyard.
Wigan Whippet will be taking names of those who have booked hash camp next week so we have a rough idea of numbers.

What a strange group hashers are, anyone with any sense would have taken one look at the sky and returned to bed, but the faithful turned up for the hash hared by Brillo, Captain Oats and Gasbag in appalling conditions both wet and cold.
Captain Oats and Gasbag briefed us as Brillo had gone off to relay some of the trail, the trail was marked in chalk of 3 colours, the colour being of no significance, with a small amount of sawdust somewhere and a long short split at the start. Also the pub had been changed from The Kings to The Carbeille Inn.
The packs set off in different directions which was to become a theme demonstrated by the two very different trails posted by Hot Bottom and B&M neither of which bore any resemblance to the trail I sort of followed. Everyone arrived back at the cars soaked to the skin ready for the dry warmth of the pub.
As the RA is absent for 3 weeks Sun Dodger took over his duties giving down downs to the hares Brillo, Captain Oats and Gasbag, who kindly offered to supply raffle prizes and got roped in to becoming hares, thanks to them, and to Godmother who is of on her travels culminating in the Interhash New Zealand.
Just a reminder anyone wishing to dine on Easter Sunday at The London Inn St Neot let Little Bo Peep know.

Another good turnout as several people had returned from their foreign travels, tanned and raring to go, along with a few occasional hashers.
Instructions were given at the briefing by Sniffer,a long short split at the start, very slippery due to copious amounts of rain recently, careful crossing roads and run round the edge or in tram lines in planted fields, it was obvious later a couple of people had not been listening.
The longs started off crossing the Trerulefoot Polbathic Road into several vast fields before recrossing the road into more fields, woodlands and sodden tracks and returning to the cars after nearly one and a half hours and over 5 miles. The majority of the hash returned to the cars along the road after leaving the Bake Lake’s track I think the only one to follow the correct trail on the long was Artful Dodger who had the company of a hare. 
If anyone on the shorts would like to comment on their hash please send your comments via run reports.
Back at the Halfway House the RA welcomed a visitor from Yorkshire, Psyco and awarded down downs to the hares Sniffer, B&M and Get One Free, thanks to them, Brillo for front running, Angus for a painful fall (see photo) and Hornby for forgetting his shorts and borrowing a pair of casual trousers to run in.

A warning from Paddington came in poetic form:

It’s Jim again, you might have known it.
His computer’s been hacked, they’ve completely blown it
Wide apart, all his latest emails
And who knows what other details!
So if you get emails asking for cash
It could be to anyone in the hash
It is not Jim asking for a bequest 
So please ignore such a bogus request

There were 34 gathered at Sundays venue in spite of several people travelling abroad to avoid Hornby and Sniffer’s run, the numbers being increased by the visiting family of Paddington and Pantyhose and the return after quite some time of Easy Option.
The briefing, two long short splits one from the start and no stock to worry about.
Across the level crossing and along the road to the next crossing before embarking on waterlogged fields, rough cleared scrubland full of bramble loops to trip the unsuspecting and extremely muddy woodland track also strewn with brambles. It was in this mud I learned a new word courtesy of Scarlet Moggy informing me at least the mud was “unmanureal”.
Back at the Liskeard Bowling Club those who don’t carry cash had problems as there was a faulty card machine. A fine spread was laid on for the diners thanks to those who put it out and cleared up afterwards.
The RA took the stage welcoming the visitors and Easy Option and awarding down downs to the hares Hornby and Sniffer thanks to them, The Bard for “serial gating ” and Chipmonk. 
On a personal note at this time I put down my beer which disappeared being removed by the RA who drunk about a third of it before returning to his seat, finding his own beer and returned my depleted beer to where he found it. Hashers beware !

On Easter Sunday the on down is the London Inn St Neot if anyone wishes to have a Sunday Dinner please let the hares Invisible Man and Little Bo Peep know so it can be booked.

Godmother welcomed us at Tregrill directing us to suitable parking places, perhaps a new career in traffic management awaits her.
A good attendance with Nosejob visiting and Brown Nose with Ketchup Kisses turning up, nice to see them. 
The briefing warned us not to enter a small field with six rams in, not to go in where there are cattle and respect to sheep as they are close to lambing. 
We set off with the first of two long short splits right at the start with Godmother shepherding the shorts and Biscuits the long. What followed was an arduous run through muddy fields and steep climbs so when Biscuits offered a short back to the cars near the end everyone but Hornby and Nosejob took up the offer. In spite of the shortcut, albeit almost vertical, it was still an hour and twenty five minutes but with the weather being kind again it was a very enjoyable outing.
The on down back at the Liskeard Tavern where they had allocated a section for us, it was good to see Foo Foo out and about following her enforced break. Rotton Cotton had his three penn’eth about kicking out prior to the RA doing his bit. Invisible Man reading from his notes was welcoming occasional hashers when he confused his noses mixing up Nosejob and Brown Nose, yet another senior moment. Down downs were awarded to Godmother and Biscuits for the run, thanks to them. As there were no milestones this week and too many fallers on the slippery fields to acknowledge with down downs the RA has requested that he needs more input from people to snitch on their friends.

They say the sun shines on the righteous, I don’t know which of us this applies to, but once again in spite of drizzle on the way to North Hill the weather remained clement for the duration of the hash.
It was good to see I’m Three and Eastern Promise after a gap hope to see more of them.
At the briefing The Bard warned us about a random wild bullock that had caused them to reroute to avoid it and not to visit Boris the bull in his field, see photo, and four long short splits.
The run took us through pleasant farmland with plenty of hills and soggy fields before a run in through a scenic stretch of woodland alongside the River Lynher taking us back to the car park after about an hour and a quarter.
As always there is someone who can’t resist the children’s play ground this occasion Spin The Wheel had to try the death slide. 
The Old School House Inn was welcoming with a roaring fire at one end having opened especially for the hash, serving only organic ales straight from the barrel, its unusual not to see lit up pumps all along the bar, also they had also laid on soup and and filled rolls at reasonable prices.
Down downs were awarded to the hares The Bard and Scarlet Moggy, thanks to them, Gasbag for 650 runs and Luv a Bull for a magnificent 1100 runs.

In spite of recent weather forecasts in was a dry if windy morning when we gathered at Horizon Farm for our annual Christmas Dinner. 
The briefing explained on farmer who did not want us to use his driveway to access a footpath allowed us to use his fields but did not want us to put down any sawdust, an odd request, overcome by Godmother and Biscuits marshalling us through these fields.
The run took us through four farms and St Cleer Common with plenty of shaggy, uneven ground and multiple bramble roots waiting to trip the unsuspecting in the latter, the long arriving back after one and a half hours.
Horizon Farm was welcoming and there was plenty of time to use our drink vouchers before retiring to the dining room for the meal.
Down downs were awarded at this point given to The Mismanagement for laying the trail, Too Posh, living up to her name, starting out on the trail before realising she was still carrying her handbag, B&M for climbing a dodgy gate and his foot slipped so he came down heavily on his assets, Sun Dodger for checking and being gobby and Jaws for being a gentleman at gates, the second week running this has been mentioned the hash is getting polite.
The meal followed hopefully enjoyed by all.
The RA presided over the traditional Christmas raffle to end proceedings.
Thanks to all involved in the organising especially Wigan Whippet for negotiating a good deal and liaising with Horizon Farm.

It was good to see Carnage at Tokenbury Corner for Sundays run after his short break having stepped up to help the hares laying the trail. We were briefed by Rubber Legs who had written a essay of information about the run to impart to the gathered multitude before we set off on Foredown expecting a run around Caradon Hill and the Moor, this soon altered when we crossed the road and headed into farmland.
We continued through lumpy fields and gateways full of shaggy ,the gates having been tied up with blue string provided by Shorty Pants for some reason. After a good deal of downhill the inevitable climb back to the car park after an hour and a quarter.
Back to Liskeard to the Red Lion, those who read the notice in the car park paid before going to the pub whereas those who thought it was free on Sunday had to return to feed the meter. The irony was when I arrived at the pub Mr Bloom pointed out that there is no parking restriction on Lower Lux Street on Sunday so we could have parked outside the pub for nothing.
Down downs were awarded to the hares, Rubberlegs, Too Posh, Shorty Pants and Carnage, thanks to them.
A magnificent milestone followed with BRONYON reaching 2000 runs congratulations to her, her first run was on 119.
Misdemeanours to Spin The Wheel for seeking relief on the trail, Hide and Seek for checking ? and Get one Free as the RA held a difficult gate open for her and she disappeared into the distance leaving him to struggle alone.
The RA then thanked everyone on behalf of Foo Foo for their flowers, cards and best wishes following her surgery.
A seemingly endless raffle ended the day.

It was a cold dry day when we gathered in Looe at the Millpool ice skating rink to meet with Truro H3 who had arrived by coach.
There were about 30 visitors and with 29 from L2H3, it was quite a gathering as Truro H3 made there announcements and rituals before B&M briefed us, emphasising do not run through fields planted with winter wheat, keep to the edge.
The pack set off, the longs along a narrow causeway, the shorts across the slippery car park. Continuing into Kilmanorth Woods a long short split sent the longs along tracks until reaching fallen trees blocking the way sending the trail into unkempt jungle before returning to the track. Godmother slipped and injured her leg seriously enough to require a hospital visit later, hope it heals soon and thanks to Hide n Seek, fulfilling her roll as hash bandage, for bandaging it at the beerstop.
After the beerstop, courtesy of Er Indoors and Mama Mia, thanks, the trail continued down an icy steep hill to more woodland tracks before arriving back at the cars/coach in just under 2 hours.
Back at the Ship Inn Truro H3 carried out there hash business first with 2RAs and their Hon Sec having there say before Invisible Man had his turn giving down downs to the hares B&M, Whingeing-Pom, Sniffer and Spin The Wheel. The RA then started to award a down down, I think to Hornby, but had a senior moment and lost the plot so he drunk it himself. Trug had the final down down for racing (or chasing?) at the end with Lady Killer, a young Truro hasher.
Foo Foo is now home recovering following her surgery.