Despite the snow on Bodmin Moor there was a surprisingly good turnout. Only one challenging section on the road up to Long Tom before arriving to a winter wonderland at Minions.
After marking maps with all the control points five teams set out on time from The Hurlers and Hornby set off alone forty minutes later. There were wonderful views in all directions only spoiled by a naked photobomber at Gold Diggings. 
Back at Higher Gonamena we were greeted with mulled wine and mince pies and clotted cream. Also a home made Christmas cake from Sniffer. Down downs to the hares Rangi and Forest. A down down to Mystic Meg for 1050 runs. And to the winning team B&M, Little Bo Peep, Sniffer, Shake Em Up and All shook up. It was nice to see Midriff and Sky

39 Hashers and 5 Hares gathered on a cold morning kitted out in hats and gloves on a thankfully dry day. A change from the last Early hash which was in awful conditions. If I remember correctly , there was wind, rain and zero visibility.
Longs and shorts set off in different directions, the shorts went up towards the mast and the longs went off, with Forest leading the way, down towards Minions. Lots of the drops and checks had been vandalised, but the hares were never far away.
The longs and shorts joined up at the treasure stop which was a selection of homemade gingerbread treats. A further long short split saw the shorts head over the top of Caradon Hill and down towards the Wheal Tor. The longs did a loop to meet the shorts briefly on the run home. 
Back at a warm Caradon Inn , down downs were given to the hares Cyril the squirrel and Black Shadow and young Earlys Matthew, Annabelle and Thomas.

Thankfully, the weather forecast was incorrect as we all gathered in Seaton Car Park on a dry, albeit dismal morning. Many hashers were in festive outfits but B&M and Spin The Wheel would have won the prize (if there had been a prize to win!) dressed as Santa’s elves they really looked the picture.
The longs set off along the sea wall only to have to descend a metal ladder down onto the beach to run back to the start. The shorts crossed the road bridge across the river into the woods. 
The hash took us around Seaton towards Hessenford through the woods, across the main road on to the Seaton Valley trail. 
There was a Wimp and Rambo split. The Rambo trail followed a very slippery bike track with lots of steep drops. Many hashers ended up on their backsides!
Unfortunately, due to the terrible forecast, there was no mulled wine and mince pie stop this year. However, there was a treasure stop with chocolate lollipops and candy canes hanging off a gazebo.

Back at the Beach House, down downs were given to the hares, Hot Bottom, Jaws and Piglet. One for Spin the Wheel for doing the Rambo and B&M for leaving her to it. Never had our GM down as a wimp (shame on you!) Nom de Plume received one for taking Pantyhose and Paddington away for Christmas (don’t know where he is taking them) We also had a virgin hasher, Sharon, who received a down-down too. 

A great pre-Christmas hash – thanks to the hares.

Yet another great run with the weather gods on our side. 33 Hashers and 2 Hares set off across green fields and some not so green due to a demonstration of modern umbilical cord slurry spreading. Not too pleasant but if you could smell it you probably didn’t have covid.
The shorts were given misdirection by Little Bo Peep before she realised we were in the wrong field. We were spoiled on this hash with a beer stop (thanks Mamma Mia and Er Indoors) and a treasure stop. Due to a lot of shiggy the stream before the end was a relief to not have to put those soiled shoes back in the cars. 
On-Down at the Pelynt Social. Down downs were given to the hares Bronyon and Little Bo Peep, and Biscuits for laying a previous weeks hash but not running it. Also a down downs to Falsie for 900 runs.

A good turnout despite the wind and rain to Rilla Mill. Ominously I’m Three was wearing wellies.
The bottom of the first field resembled the commando assault course. The briefing mentioned three long short splits but I think there may have been four.. Plenty of fields gates and slippery styles. The River Lynher was in full spate and looked very uninviting down through the woods.
Back at the Manor House Hotel. Down downs for the Hares Eastern Promise and I’m Three. Rotten Cotton got a down down for 1800 runs. Pedigree Chum for her 30th birthday and Hide ‘n Seek for asking where the stairs could be found. The RA bollocked the middle runners for not calling.

Sadly due to work commitments, Biscuits couldn’t make the run.
Godmother delivered the briefing and single handedly managed to hare the longs shorts and walkers. An excellent run across fields and woodland in glorious sunshine. Longs shorts and walkers arrived back at the cars together for a dash through the lanes for the on down at The Sportsman’s. 
Down downs for Godmother. Also for Mystic Meg for not reading the website last week and navigating to the wrong start point. To Spin The Wheel for falling and to Raffle for laughing at her. Liam was named Mandrake after his loud voice (one for Harry Potter fans).
Can everyone have a look in their cupboards and drawers for any of the missing hash prat T shirts.

35 hashers and 2 hares gathered at a sunny Tredudwell Manor, not the car park at Lerryn as some of us presumed. We were led astray by all the WhatsApp talk of lunch at the Ship. Must check the website next time!
Longs and shorts set off across fields of very long and wet grass after the overnight rain. Despite the forecast of showers it remained dry. There were three long short splits and a treasure stop.
A very well laid run which was praised by the RA back at the On Down at the Ship Inn, Lerryn. Down downs for the hares Kiss Me and Carnage. Also for Whingeing Pom for running the long and not whingeing once. And for Invisible Man for following Little Bo Peep presuming she knew where she was going, they said there wasn’t any stock in the fields! A welcome to Forest’s four uni friends who joined the longs, one who had run with us before and three virgin Hashers.

What a great turnout! 36 adults and 4 children turned up for the run at Looe Mills Lay-by on a lovely dry morning. We all set off running (or rather walking) up the hill to Looe Mills Farm. The farmer was standing at the top of the hill and said that he thought Rachel had told him it was a run, not a walk! Once we reached the top of the hill we were off…..running through fields full of sheep. Mystic Meg ran a through a field to a false and on the way back was chased by a large flock of sheep. We ended up in High Wood where I am told that Cyril the Squirrel ran almost all the falses. A really enjoyable, well-laid run. Thanks to the hares.
Back at the on-down at the British Legion (who opened just for us!) Jaws stood in as RA. Down downs given to the hares, Hide ‘n Seek and Sun Dodger, Eric Big Axe who finally turned up and got the ‘Too Much Tarmac’ award (the On Sec will be very pleased to get rid of it as he has brought it to every hash since the AGM), Liam and Alfie for good running and Zak, their dad, for not noticing any drops but Alfie pointed out that he was standing next to a check!
Thank you to Get One Free for supplying the raffle prizes.

27 Hashers and 4 hares turned up (Well, 2 actually turned up) to a very wet Remembrance Sunday hash at the Cecil Arms at Saltash. Before the run The Bard recited the fourth verse of the poem For The Fallen by Laurence Binyon as he always does and is much appreciated. I for one think back to our family loss of my nephew Sapper Guy Mellors RIP.

Well what can I say about the run? Wet Wet Wet! It was laid in a mixture of red and blue chalk and sawdust which all fared badly in the persistent rain. Brillo had the sense to hare from the bar. Capt’n Oates lived up to her hash name but thankfully didn’t perish in the conditions. The elusive treasure stop was only found by the walkers and was passed round back at the pub.
Down downs for the hares Cpt Oates, Brillo (Grenville and Gasbag in their absence) Also a down-down to Foofoo for finding the treasure and a belated birthday for Too Posh the RA added an extra three years to her actual age. Hash name for one of our youngest Hashers Fynn as ‘Raffle’ after lots of different suggestions on WhatsAp. Fortunately the name was chosen by his Nana or he could have ended up with Boaty Mc Boatface! 
Thank you to the Cecil Arms for supplying sandwiches, and the hares.

Other news:
For next week’s On Down at the British Legion Liskeard. The Cattle Market car park is closed you will need to find alternative parking.

Having been lucky enough to win a Write A Word prize on Spin The Wheel at the AGM, this is it.
There was an excellent turnout at Maker for the run on Sunday and surprise, you could see the views.
It was a tale of two runs! The short was very well laid and overseen by Kiss Me. Numbers on the short were swelled by the visiting Ward family and the Sawyers family. All seemed to be enjoying themselves with the Wards being first back. Hope they found the treasure.
The long was total confusion from the start to finish overseen by the aged equally confused hare.
On returning to the cars we were treated to some lovely cakes to celebrate Rubberlegs and Too Posh birthdays.
At the increasingly popular Bar Tusker pub we were greeted by Biggles, Rotton Cotton, and three nonagenarians! making the age range at the hash from 4 months to ninety+. Down downs for the hares, two Ward front runners, Rubberlegs for 80th birthday and the GM for 200 runs.

An impressive number of Hashers, ranging from three to eighty plus years young, arrived on a dry but chilly Kit Hill. The excellent visibility (take note The Bard and Scarlet Moggie) afforded some magnificent panoramic vistas of Plymouth Sound, Dartmoor, and Bodmin Moor to the North. This seemed to have an almost invigorating effect on the assembly, because as HT2 assisted by Endosperm began to impart the customary wisdom, I thought l detected a rare whiff of enthusiasm from the troops. Indeed once game on was declared, a minor stampede ensued and the pack soon picked up the start of what was to be an entertaining and well thought out trail. There were lots of checks and splits that sent the shorts and longs almost interweaving in places, and whichever way you thought the trail should logically go, it went the other way. The hares made full use of the many tracks and paths left by the areas recent industrial past when the hill was full of noise and workers.
Kit Hill (Kit is old English for Kite ) is now a place of peace and tranquillity, apart from some late night extracurricular masked activity reputed to occur in the top car park, and a bunch of odd people running around shouting at each other. Maybe the Kites will return at some point to this wildlife haven, as doubtless the hash will. Your plodding scribe finally came in sight of of the end, and a search party, just embarking on a hunt for stragglers after well over the hour. Where else for less than the price of half a pint of ale can you have so much fun. Note the subs for the top car park activity are not known at this point.
It was a pleasure to see some visitors back again, and to welcome Dan and Joe who on their first time with us were Hares.
A fact that may interest those of you who read this is that Endosperm, as well as laying L2H3 hash no 2564, actually ran L2H3 hash no 1 as a visiting TVH3 runner. Yes I did google the meaning of endosperm and now I am consumed with curiosity as to why this hash name was bestowed upon him.
On a more sombre note, Little Bo Peep informed us of the sad news that Sue Stevenson one of the founders of L2H3 had recently passed away.
May I on behalf of the whole Hash extend our sympathy to her family. 

ON DOWN
Held at the Swingletree Inn many thanks to them. 
Down downs:
Hares: Endosperm, HT2, Dan, and Joe.
Milestones: Your Nikked 50 runs
Withane 650 runs 
Misdemeanors:
Carnage for doing unauthorised ballet move whilst indicating he had found a check, or doing a Darcy Bussel as the RA described it.

Other news:
I heard a sad tale that Hash Cash had impaled himself on some carpet gripper, it was not clear as to what activity would bring him into close proximity to carpet grippers, probably best not to know. However the point of this sad tale is it seems hash cash actually bled proving he does indeed have a heart, which must have been skipping with joy at the amount of subs taken.

Mr Bloom, our own purveyor of Cornish Honey and all things horticultural, has finally after eleven attempts managed to get a place on the London Marathon and his charity is Children’s Hospice South West, for which he has at present raised £1408.
His Just Giving page: www.justgiving.com/page/dave-lean-mrbloom

Well, a good number of Hashers managed to extract themselves from the comfort of their beds, to brave the the wind and rain for the one for all, and all for one hash. A celebration of all things Cornish, expertly laid by The Bard and Scarlet Moggie. Upon arriving at The Wheal Tor, the next hurdle to overcome was to summon up enough courage to get out of the car, in the teeth of a brisk southwesterly driving the rain, and fog before it, to listen to The Bard’s words of wisdom. I assume that with the large number of briefings he has given over the years, he soon learnt that the troops can only retain so much information, as all his briefings are very brief. In this case we had the usual checking from over there, and given the the low visibility to look out for each other.
As I set off onto the moor I thought this is what Hashing is all about. None of this namby-pamdy Run in the Sun business, but being soaked to the skin, cold, and in thick fog especially higher up Caradon Hill. Just to spice things up a bit more, the mud was of a particularly low coefficient of friction making the negotiation of the downhill sections a hazardous enterprise.
As a slight digression, having for a number of years tramped about Cornwall the variety and amount of mud is astounding, and if at some future date for whatever the reason it became a valuable commodity, Cornwall would be the new Saudi Arabia of the world. I would also advise any academic wishing to produce a learned paper on mud, they could do much worse than take up hashing.
Anyway having taken the advise of keeping together the home arrow 
finally came into view but due to the fog did not point to any visible landmark, so we just blundered on in the general direction of the arrow until  I’m Three spotted a house which he said is not the highest dwelling in the County but has the highest bedrooms ( not many people know that you know). From here it was a straight run in, to be greeted by The Bard with some very welcome drinks and nibbles.
The next instalment of character building, was changing into dry clothes in the pouring rain which turned out to be a fruitless exercise, as when the warmth of The Wheal Tor was finally reached the dry clothes were no longer dry.
ON DOWN
Thanks to the Wheal Tor once again for a warm welcome.
Hares ; The Bard and Scarlet Moggie for laying a hash with great views 
Misdemeanor ; Rubber Legs for asking the RA for a down down.
I think the RA must have been mindful of hash cashes beauty sleep as a number of our number were not sporting Cornish Colours as requested.

38 Hashers set off from the lay-by at Upton Cross and looped across the main road and back onto the moor. The front runners were nowhere to be seen by the time the plodders got to the long short split. After a lot of checking the back runners eventually rejoined the shorts. The fine weather and good visibility enabled the back runners to catch glimpses of the shorts ahead. By the time we arrived back at the lay-by most Hashers were already in the bar.
Back at the on down at the Wheat Tor down downs were given to the hares Forest and Rangi. To Alfie for excellent running. To Shake Em Up and Falsie for getting lost on familiar ground. And to B&M for forgetting the words to the hash song whilst down under, must have been the jet lag. New hasher Dan. T-shirt given to Bronyon 100th hare.
Sorry for the late submission. For some reason it didn’t send last week. Had to rewrite from memory. I will be away for the next two weeks, please could someone send in the reports.

Hash from Tremadart Farm Duloe.
27 Hashers including Hares set off in fine weather across fields with very little in the way of stock. The shorts were out longer than the longs due to a miss-read false. After returning to the cars and not finding any shorts or a treasure stop some of the dedicated long runners retraced their steps and found the second long short. Back at the On Down Hornby read out a reminder of what Hashing was all about. Curing hangovers, physical health and reminding older members they’re not as old as they seem. Down Downs were given for the Hares Whingeing Pom and Bronyon. A second Down Down for Bronyon for 100 times as Hare. Endosperm for misreading a false and Horse Trough for getting lost in the maize.
A great Hash and good beer.

Today’s Hash at Mount Edgcumbe Country Park. We were joined by four visiting Hashers and Brillo making a total of 27 Hashers. Hared by Godmother and Kiss Me on the short and Shake ‘Em Up, Mystic Meg and Falsie on the long. We set off in glorious sunshine with fine views in all directions. The longs skirted the edge of Grenville Battery and back along the Coast path to the park where the shorts dropped down to join the longs in the woods. A treasure stop was very welcome as we climbed back over the park towards the folly and circled the deer park back to the cars. On Down was back at the Devon and Cornwall without the promised food. Down Downs for the Hares and Rangi for 600 runs. Thanks to Jaws for standing in as RA.

Other news:
Anyone that hasn’t signed up for the Christmas meal and chosen their menu options please see Baz so we can give numbers to the pub.
Bald spots in the Hash diary from 12th Oct-16th Nov. If anyone has any permissions but unable to lay please give a shout out.

Lesson one, pay attention and take notes. Thanks to Hide ‘n Seek for filling in the gaps.
AGM run from Bottonnett Farm
After what seems like weeks of gloomy weather we gathered in glorious sunshine for a lovely run with fantastic views. We were supplied with a treasure stop and beer stop along the way. After the run we made our way back to the Firebrand brewery for a fantastic curry and lots of drink. More prizes could also be won from spinning the wheel. Godmother won a very cruel “lay a hash”. A great selection of ales on tap and plenty of nibbles. Down Downs for the hares, Forest, Godmother, Little Bo Peep and Hide ‘n Seek. Also for visiting hasher (Shut That Door!), birthday for Bronyon 21 again and Ketchup Kisses.
On Sec deviated from the one minute rule roundup by delivering the roundup of her year in humerous verse. Hope this doesn’t set a precedent. Next year will be back to 60 seconds or less. This year’s awards were given to Eric Big Axe for too much tarmac ( Pensilva run). Hare of the dog to Little Bo Peep for her consumption of too much Langavulin at hash camp. Hasher of the year to a well deserved Er Indoors working behind the scenes to keep the Hash well fed. Hare of the year to Capt’n Oates and Gasbag for their hospitality and generosity. Young Hasher of the year went to Fynn.
Thanks to Forest and outgoing Mismanagement for a great day and a wonderful year of Hashing.

Last Monday night hash for 2025 – of course laid by The Bard and Scarlett Moggie and of course starting from Minions and of course another excellent one in very very windy conditions. I forgot to ask if they got soaked laying it, but it just about stayed dry for the hash.
There was a long short split at the start with strict instructions from The Bard that the first drop was laid within 30 yards or was it meters, of each check so not to go and wander all over the moors and get lost in the dark!! Point taken and I did keep checking back but realised I hadn’t a clue how far 30 yards was!!! Not sure where the shorts went, but the longs meandered along, above and below one of the main tracks heading towards the cheesewring quarry.
As usual, the checks were plentiful and kept us guessing as to which direction we would next be going. We definitely need a master class in expert hash laying by these two. We met up with the shorts at one point and then split again, with the longs going into Cheesewring Quarry, out the other end, up to Stowes hill on a non-obvious roundabout route. We were quite sheltered for a while but on reaching the highest point, we were bombarded by the wind once again. Over the other side and headed across to the track leading back to Minions – but no – we had more mileage to go before we could finish our run, ran up and across the Golddiggings track, x country back to the Minions track and again all the way back to Minions Car park, via the hurlers, the back of Hurlers Car Park and Minions Village, just as it was getting dark. Perfect timing. 
The On Down was at The Manor House Inn in Rilla Mill. Down downs to the hares – The Bard and Scarlett Moggie for a superb run, and to Er Indoors for 1400 visits to the pub! Rubberlegs announced it was his last time as RA as he is on holiday next week, so I’d just like to thank him for being the RA for the past year- not an easy job trying to be heard amongst the rowdiness of the hash! Which brings me on to think – is this my last word as On Sec or do I have to write up the AGM? I have no clue but I’m sure I will be told. Surely that’s the job of the next On Sec isn’t it – or maybe Ted will finally grace us with his presence (if the weather is to his pleasing) and write it for us! 
We did have one lady approach Rubber Legs in the Car Park and complain that we shouldn’t be running an organised event without permission. Rubberlegs did his best to convince her that firstly it wasn’t an event and secondly that we were far from organised, but I’m not sure she was convinced. I’m looking into it again and will speak to James Bolitho (who I think must be a commoner and my neighbour) and an article Irene has sent me to see what the situation is – again! On On to the AGM!!!

After a wet and blustery day, Monday evening turned into beautiful sunshine and perfect running conditions. We were joined by Tamar Valley hashers who at first found our calling checks and on on quite amusing. We ran over open fields, through deep dark woods , a path beside a river and under / beside towering viaducts.
There was an incident with some cows and a bull!!! I think we all ran a bit faster. Well done Sally for getting us through that bit. He was a big boy and we weren’t going to argue with him.

The hares visited Coldrenick in the afternoon to check the hash and were joined by two Tamar Valley Hashers.
Thank you to Rob and Fiona for hosting, the ladies in the kitchen for the burgers and hotdogs, and Godmother and Sniffer for a great run and a lovely end to the evening.

Rain off and on all day – was this going to be a very muddy hash. But before we start with the report there was some exciting news. 
We now have a Mr and Mrs Falsie – Falsie and Mystic Meg tied the knot last Thursday and kept it very quiet. But the news leaked out and the On Sec was alerted. Still only 3 people knew (or so we thought) and the plan was to announce it at the Down Downs but hard to keep something like that a secret in the hash so before the word spread Get One Free told the rest of the troops. CONGRATULATIONS to you both. 

Therefore, with a smile on our face we set off, some, with head torches in hand (just in case). The start was JUST tarmac and at one point I really thought, with the AGM getting closer, that B&M was after the Too Much Tarmac Award!! However, we eventually turned off the road onto a series of footpaths that took us down, down and down! The checks had been tampered with – B&M said it was horses – others were a little more cynical – but with the hare’s help we found the right route. Once through a gate the sawdust was much clearer so we were left to search for ourselves. Of course, what comes down, must come up – a little more tarmac and then back to footpaths, granite styles, woodland, lanes, paths through people’s gardens. The hares had found an amazing multitude of ways of getting us from A-B. It was like going back in time – you could just imagine the locals walking these routes before the invention of motor vehicles. Just before we hit the main road back into the village there was a long/short split. I assume the longs headed for home but the longs turned left and went down down down again through a woodland area following a beautiful stream. There were then more of the above – stunning pathways, gates through people’s lands and granite styles, finally coming out on a path by the church. 
A truly stunning hash (despite the ups and downs) and it stayed dry!! Thanks to all the hares. 
Down downs at the pub for the hares – B&M, Spin the Wheel, Your Nicked (although she gave hers to the raffle) and Ada (who was having her own down down from her Mum!!) Also a down down to Forest for 600 runs (only taken her 33 years to get there) and of course to the newly weds – Mystic Meg and Falsie – with a little bit of confetti thrown onto their heads and a card and bottle from the hash. 
A great evening in a scenic spot.

Other news:
Last chance to sign up for the AGM. 21st September Please contact Baz for your choice of food and pay the £5

25 hashers gathered in the sunshine in a field belonging to Trelowsa Farm, near the beautiful beach resort of Harlyn Bay anticipating a gentle jog in the sunshine. However we all experienced something slightly different. The hare briefed us on the plans of the farmer to improve soil fertility by crop rotation ( hopefully I got that right) then off we ran through the harvested corn fields. Due to the very dry weather the running was very tough as the soil was baked and hard underfoot. We ran to the edge of one field then stopped confused by the sawdust hieroglyphics! It was a back check so back we went! We carried on into a Rambo area that was almost impossible to get through. Falsie and Scarlet Moggy bravely forced their way through, all hashers behind them were heard moaning about their scratches from the brambles when eventually we were called back by the hare, it was a FALSE! On we went through various Maize fields until we made it back to our cars after 1 hour 40 of hard running.
We were all delighted to see Er indoors and Mama Mia patiently waiting with a cold cup of beer and snacks. Thanks you so much for waiting for us. Back at the Farmers Arms: DD for the hares, thank you to both of you for the challenging run, Milestone for Sniffer 1850, huge achievement, well done Sniffer, Naming for young Max, very appropriate name, Gladiator. It was a gorgeous evening and we enjoyed relaxing in the Sunshine at the pub.

So poor Ted got forgotten again. he really was most put out especially when he heard there was food after too!!
Starting at Coldrenick, on another – ‘do I need a jacket or not’ evening, the briefing by The Godmother was short – sawdust, one L/S split, she would lead the longs and Little Bo Peep the shorts. It was good to see some children running – grandkids of hashers down to sunny Cornwall on holiday!!!
We started altogether with people checking out all options at the first check. I’m sure we ran on some new territory – was it all part of Coldrenick or perhaps a neighbouring farm? Field after field, road, more fields, most of them having the short stubble left from the hay harvest and some lovely big hay bales.
A long short split broke the group up and it was good to see a couple of the younger generation kept on the long. There was a steep climb up one hill which apparently Jon, a friend of Rangi’s tried (unsuccessfully I hasten to add) to chase me and beat me to the top! I only found this out after but it gave Rangi a laugh!! At the top of said hill, we were into long grass and drops very closely laid together. Looking around I realised we were on a hill fort (Padderbury Top according to the OS map), down a road and back into fields – some of us getting a bit cheeky by just running to the field gates to see which one had a check! The Godmother was a bit worried about the time and helped us negotiate a couple of fields before heading steeply down to the bottom of a valley and having a bit of a rambo section, over a fence, across some boggy area and back up the other side, into a field, where we recognised an outbuilding and just ran back to Coldrenick. 
A great hash with lots of variety – thank you hares. 

On return were treated to a lovely BBQ and salad meal followed by some delicious puddings. I think only Biggles took up the offer of a swim in the pool but the longs were definitely ready for their food on return with the On Sec clocking up 5.6 miles on her watch. 
Down Downs to Gasbag and Captain Oates for supplying their land, their house, their garden and food (Thank you so much) and to the Hares – The Godmother and Little Bo Peep for an excellent hash and to the young boys who hashed so brilliantly. Another great evening.

Was it going to rain? Which trainers do I wear? Do I need a coat? All questions asked I’m sure by many hashers prior to the run laid by I’m Three and Eastern Promise from their house. The briefing – sawdust, 3 long short splits, a possible river crossing and treasure. Off we went. A bit of dawdling by the entrance to a field near their house but Eric Big Axe found the On down the road to a check. He went one way, only to find a false (or be called back – I’m not sure) and the On Sec went the other – down a slope into a field – only to find a L/S split which sent the longs back up the slope to the check and down where Eric big Axe had been which was now the ON. (Kudos to the hares as their little plan worked). The longs then did a loop through some Rambo areas, with Biscuit crossing the stream (which was a false after all) coming back to the L/S split at the bottom of the slope. Hornby and Rangi didn’t recognise the spot and headed back up the slope on the trail again (wonder how many loops they would have done before they realised!) 
The trail went into Colquite Woods and out the other end and into fields. I don’t think anyone had any idea where the trail was going as Hornby in particular kept finding falses and those leading the ON changed all the time which was really good to see. We went through one set of maize, then seemed to do a 180 degrees back up the other side of the hedge. After the third L/S split, we came out to the road near the hare’s lane, but no – the trail went in the opposite direction. We were all getting tired by this point and were just like sheep following each other into each field trying to make the trail head back to Wescott! We were also wondering where the treasure stop was? Eventually we cut across a field and came back to the hare’s house via their stunning garden – full of flowers, apple trees, vegetables and more and there was the Treasure Stop – beer and crisps – what more do hashers want. 
Thank you I’m Three and Eastern promise for a really well laid run which kept us guessing the whole time. The weather held – we had no rain – just stunning views at times across to Sharp Tor. 
The On Down was at The Manor House Inn where down downs went to the hares, and a fleece, badge and down down to Rubberlegs for 1000 runs.

AGM
I’m still waiting for I think the final trophy- Hare of the Dog? Who got it last year? Was it Trugg? 
Please sign up and pay the £5 for the AGM to Baz

Laneskin Woods. New Territory? Meant to ask The Bard but forgot. The briefing from the Hares – Mystic Meg and Falsie was short – 2 long short splits, laid in sawdust before Storm Floris but ‘its still visible!’ The On was open in all directions except one. Of course, many of us started in the wrong direction and got a few extra steps in!!! I can’t tell you much about the hash as I have no idea where we went as it all looked the same, except that the L/ S splits involved the longs going uphill and the shorts having a flatter route. (I was tempted). Each time, the shorts slipped in front of the longs – only to have some of them thunder past again – a very well laid route to keep us together. The hares kept us guessing the whole time as to which way the On was. The woodland paths, soft underfoot, were a delight to run on although Hornby was heard to say (complain) that his shoes were muddy – from the recent rain- the first time in ages that he might actually have to clean them! 
Just before the end, Rangi got excited when he thought he spotted a T for treasure only to retrace his steps for a second look to find out it was an arrow with an H for home!!! Because the route was so runnable, we arrived back at the start in record time. I was checking other people’s watches for distance as was convinced that I had run more than the 3.2 miles that my watch had recorded. The time didn’t matter – we were ready for a beer!
We took up most of the outdoor space at the On Down – The Half Way House (don’t think they want us indoors). Down downs to the hares – thanks for a fab run and for taking the time to get permission from Forestry England for us to do so. A birthday down down also for Foo Foo – Happy Birthday. It was a delight to see a new hasher at the down down – Baby Ada- how gorgeous is she. (not quite ready for a down down, although she did let us know she wanted feeding!)

Other news:
Please sign up with Baz for the AGM on 21st September and for the food. £5 payable to Baz for the AGM.

On Monday, a highly tuned group of dedicated athletes, working as a team, returned triumphantly. No, not the ‘Lionesses’, but after a highly unusual 14 day hiatus, it was L2H3 who once again were ready to showcase their skills.
Not for the hash an open top bus ride down the Mall, but more prosaically the L2H3 charabanc arrived at Trenodden farm. 
Fortunately we were not obliged to be welcomed with all the normal grace and good humour provided by Angela Raynor, instead we gathered for the briefing by Hide’n’Seek and Sun Dodger.
A load of Bull – that’s what one comes to expect when a hasher addresses the assembled mob, but in this case it turned out to be justified as dire warnings of the fate awaiting anyone who strayed from the path into the domain of the resident bull. He was described by Stephen, our host farmer, as ’on the run’ and not a very nice fellow.
After these warnings of untold bovine interventions the pale looking hash shuffled nervously around seemingly unwilling to move too far from the safety of the yard, exploring every unfeasible possibility of the on until finally venturing up the drive and pointlessly going around a field, until encouraged on by the hares.
Soon we were out in the magnificent surroundings of this beautiful farm and treated to views across the rolling bucolic countryside in the late evening sunshine. The only threats to safety were spuds !!
A very gentle and agreeable hash in a wonderful location – aren’t we lucky.
The finale of the run on the on-in was the spectacle of the frontage of the farmhouse across the lake – superb. We made our way past some enormous ‘Gunnera manicata’ which Hide’n’Seek remembered being planted when she was a little girl – so they have had plenty of time to grow to their current stature.
What a fabulous run and we are incredibly grateful to the hares for stepping in at the last minute and to the Pearce family for their generous welcome.
At the On-down, mine host Ryan had wisely chosen to keep the hash well separated from his more genteel clientele, but this was no issue as the al-fresco down-downs finished the evening perfectly.
Many congratulations to Hornby and Mama-Mia for 1250 and 1000 runs respectively – amazing. Mama-Mia in particular still looks as fit as ever – as if she had never run a step !!

PS Many apologies for the extreme tardiness of this report – it was produced and submitted on Tuesday, but owing to unknown IT issues it disappeared into the ether – I blame Russian hackers.

So the weather had changed from bright sunshine to a rather cold wind with some hashers standing shivering waiting for the run to start and others dressed for snow and ice in coats and warm hats!!!!
The On Sec had a quick word with everyone re the AGM (see below for details) before Eric Big Axe briefed us on the run- 2 Long Short Splits, one road crossing and laid in sawdust.
The Longs headed off towards Caradon Hill the shorts along the path to Wheal Tor (but not for long as they crossed the main road and headed down towards Pensilva). The longs did quite a large loop on the moor, getting thoroughly confused at one point, before heading back towards the cars but branching off to the route the shorts had taken 20 mins previously. Down the tarmac towards Pensilva to the second L/S split where the Longs headed down a bridlepath on the left and I think the shorts continued on the tarmac. A check on the bridlepath got the longs turning right across a bit of wasteland? I think – along a narrow overgrown path with a few cries of ouch and more expletives being heard before joining the short route. Tarmac and more tarmac – the hare was heard to say that the only way he could keep up with the longs was to run a lot of the hash on tarmac – is he going for The too much tarmac award!!!
We meandered down and down and down the lanes of Pensilva with a few footpaths and more tarmac before hitting a footpath across a stream and then going up and up and up back to the lower Pensilva road. We all thought we were heading back to the cars via Foredown but NO – Pentiddy it was – a circuit of beautiful woodland with more down down and down and then up up and up. Eventually back on the tarmac we turned right, down more tarmac , through a gate and back up to the cars – phew! 
The On Down was at The Crows Nest with down downs to the Hare – Eric Big Axe and Get One Free- for her big 70 birthday. 
Thanks for a great run – no matter how many times I run in those lanes in Pensilva – I always get very confused. No raffle wine as Hide n Seek forgot it!!! (Down down next time for her?)

AGM
Hash 11am Sunday 21st September
On Down : Firebrand Brewery Tap Room, Pennygillam Industrial Estate Launceston. Food and Drink provided. Cost £5
Please sign up with hash cash (alias Viv at present) with choice of delicious curry. Payment to be given when Baz gets back from holiday. 

Awards – all those that have awards from last year can they start bring them back to the hash and give to one of the committee if the On Sec isn’t there so we can decide who deserves them littering their mantlepiece (or stuffed in a cupboard) next for a year.

Rangi and Forest intended to lay the hash first thing. But the mist was down in misty Minions. It cleared about 11.30 and was then so hot that checks were laid but not many falses! 
At 7pm, in the Hurlers Car Park the briefing was given in lovely sunshine – 2 long/short splits, the trail doesn’t go through the village, laid in sawdust – very dark sawdust so look carefully and checking from here. The hashers were off. Not many drops could be seen and hashers were wandering everywhere trying to think where the hares would have laid the trail. Eventually with a bit of help, the first L/S split was found by The Pipers Standing stones – the shorts continued up the track for a bit and the longs went down the gully to the left. Scarlet Moggie got her eye in with the drops and found the trail which followed the gully for quite while. The checks had become a little indistinct but fortunately the trail was pretty straight. Its not often you can run down this way without getting wet feet.
With a little help from the hare, the longs went up and out of the gully onto the moorland, heading towards an engine house where they did a change of direction towards Tregarrick Tor. On crossing the stream with no water, a check by the stream sent them to a check with BM written by it. No – not BM for B&M to check but for burial mound, 2 of them in fact. The hare hurried them on as the mist seemed to be rolling in and this is not part of the moor where you want to get lost in as although beautiful, it is pretty featureless and easy to go around in circles. The next place to visit was a standing circle, although the arrow leading from it could not be found. A L/S split was found on the track leading to Gold Diggings, with the shorts heading back towards Minions (before a little diversion to the longs route) and the longs heading down to the farmers fields. Through a couple of fields where again, the longs ran everyway except the correct one, through a gate and onto the track leading up to Cheesewring – but no – not that way – to the right and then left up to a half empty pond which had cows paddling in it when the hash was laid in the morning. The route then went along this valley all the way to an invisible ON HOME not far from the hurlers. 
Apologies for the sawdust – many of the checks had disappeared and you had to look carefully for the drops, but we fortunately escaped the mist and ended the hash in glorious sunshine again. 
Long queues at The Crows Nest was a bit frustrating and not sure what happened to the live music jamming session that the lady had told me was happening – but down downs to the hares – Rangi and Forest and to 2 visiting Drake Hashers who are temporarily staying in Kelly Bray – Endosperm (Andy) and HT2 (Sheila). They used to do some hashes with us back in 1993!!!

Other news:
Hash Camp – The schedule is on the website front page. Please read re timings etc. Remember cakes for Saturday afternoon, umbrellas and rain coats for a wet weekend, big tea pots from those I’ve asked, and plenty of energy! 

We are not using the BBQs this year but Potbelly would very much like to hand them over to someone for storage please as they are getting in his way. If anyone has spare shed space please let him know .

22 hashers turned up at The Barn in Sheviock. Arriving at the hash, Kiss Me was doling out insect repellent as we were informed that the chances of getting ticks attached to us whilst running through the ferns was high. It must have worked as I don’t think anyone got any.
At the briefing, we were told the hash was a bit of a treasure hunt…..the shorts had to find a pair of sunglasses and a pair of secateurs whilst the longs had to find a hearing aid! All a bit random until we found out that the three items had been lost by the hares whilst laying the run. 
There were 4 long short splits and a treasure stop.
It was a lovely run through a mixture of woodland and fields with glimpses of the River Lynher through the trees. Hornby needs some tuition on the difference between a false and an arrow as we spent ages looking for the on when he had checked out a ‘false’ trail which wasn’t false at all!
The sunglasses and secateurs are now back with their owner, but unfortunately, the whereabouts of the hearing aid remains a mystery. 

Back at the Halfway House there were down downs for the hares, Carnage and Kiss Me for a great run and one Foo Foo…. an impressive milestone …. 2050 runs!

Other news
Hare Razor has asked for volunteers to lay runs as there are several gaps. Please look at the website for dates. No hares for next Monday at the moment. No hares – no run.

Our On Sec has completed her mammoth run – The Scilly 60……60 kms around 5 islands in 1 day. Congratulations. Looking forward to hearing all about it.

On a lovely summers evening, a fair few hashers gathered at the Crows Nest Inn for the briefing from Shake Em Up and All Shook Up . 2 L/S splits (the second one apparently for the On Sec- who is supposed to tapering for the Scilly 60!!), a geocache, oh and dogs and sheep have been eating the trail!! Off we all trooped up the lane to the moors, through the gate to the first L/S split.
The shorts went leftish and the longs went right wiggling through paths, up and around. The checks kept us on our toes – wondering which way it would go next. Another L/S split near Gonamena, took the longs right and the shorts left again. We eventually got to the track leading to the On Secs house – but headed straight through the village where we mingled with the shorts who had come up from the Gonamena Incline Footpath. Keeping Bolitho’s fields on our left, we ran along more moorland, struggling to find the trail at times – but found heaps and heaps of look a like drops – alias sheep’s wool, to a gate. The front runners went through the gate, onto some tarmac and down to another gate that takes you back onto the moors. The On Sec was very confused and hesitated here as she had walked down to Crows Nest twice that day and had seen the geocache and a couple of checks and the OH sign and couldn’t work out how it all linked up. Anyhow, the drops continued on the road over a cattle grid at the top of Darite to the On Home sign down another footpath to The Crows Nest. The front runners came in quite a while before the next group- apparently the check by the gate looked like it had been kicked out down the horrible stony footpath leading to the start of Darite Village. Apologies on behalf of whoever kicked out the check. And On Secs confusement solved. The Geocache was only for the shorts. (well they didn’t say that in the briefing!) 
A great hash- thank you hares. Down downs just for the hares – Shake ’em Up and All Shook Up

Well, we knew it would probably be hilly but the longs were told it was ONLY 3 miles!!! The briefing by Jaws and Hot Bottom was detailed with comments that the local community had been wondering what on earth had been going on with these 2 strangers marking areas with chalk and putting suspicious drops of substance of who knows what on the ground- it was all over facebook- so the briefing ended with ‘the trail might have disappeared!’
It started with a L/S split with the longs finding the short and the short finding the long trail. After a bit of running around like blue arsed flies, the hashers got sorted onto the right trail. A clever little road loop for the longs brought us back to the shorts although there was a bit of confusion when they met head on with Little Bo Peep insisting she was going the right way and it turned out – she wasn’t. Not her fault- the markings were few and far between due to local interference. We headed steep steep steep down hill on roads and then paths to Polperro Village where the longs turned right and the shorts turned left. The longs by this time were well spread out and we kept losing each other around the maze of alleys and roads in Polperro. Jaws did say that Hot Bottom would lead the longs and there she was- striding up a long hill chatting to Hide n Seek while Scarlett Moggie and I were trying to find the ‘ON’ having hunted out falses. (Apparently she did call us back but we didnt hear). We did manage to pick up most of the rest of the longs on our meanderings though and headed UP out of the village on a road on the other side of the river. Where were we going? Eventually we turned left onto a footpath that took us out to the coastal path and beautiful views. We stopped at a stunning view that looked both out to sea and back to the harbour and Hot Bottom pointed out the bit of concrete that Jaws had worked on for years in the harbour. I was intrigued – but Hot Bottom said you can ask Jaws about it but be prepared to listen for an hour!! 
We left the stunning view to retrace our steps, back through the village across the river and onto the coast path the other side. Another detour down to Jaws’ concrete project. It was impressive – a jetty/breakwater to protect the entrance to the harbour when an easterly wind blows. It had taken a number of years to complete and I can see why. Again – a lovely view both ways from there. 
Back onto the coastal path- with a stop for some much needed treasure which we all ran straight past and then another detour to the 3rd view point from the lighthouse – new ground for me. Fighting our way through stingers and bracken along the narrow path back to the main track we knew what was coming – a very steep uphill with a lovely flat grassy finish back to the cars. 
Thank you hares – a very enjoyable and stunning evening. 
The On Down was at Tencreek Holiday Park where the music was banging and B&M or should I say The GM became the RA. Competing with the noise, he managed to give Down Downs to the hares – Jaws and Hot Bottom , milestone to Biscuit for 300 runs and a down down to Winging Pom for after so many years of hashing – he still believed what the hares told him!!

Click here to see Hash Camp itinerary, now on the front page

Well you have heard of the Tour de France, well we had the Tour de Saltash!!! Thank you Brillo for the Tour and a well laid hash. A chilly start but everyone warmed up pretty quickly. Streets, fields, wood and parks, bits of Saltash we haven’t seen before.
Spin The Wheel nearly gave herself two black eyes!!! B&M is obviously out of practice doing a bra up as Spin The Wheel popped open on the way round the hash and B&M had to sort it out, owing to a broken thumb. 
The start and the on down was at the Ploughboy, a room to ourselves. Brillo drank his pint down, then Spin the Wheel and B&M had their down down.
Happy Bank Holiday everyone, thanks for the hash Brillo

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From On Sec:
Unless someone comes forward as a hare- there will be NO hash next week. Unfortunately, both Pete and I are away so can’t help out. 
Hash Camp. The itinerary will be out soon but we are looking for a few things that we need. If any of you have the following, can you let me know. Table to go in the marquee- Kath and I both have one to bring. One other would be great please. 
Solar lights for the marquee
Thanks. On Sec

On another lovely summer (well – technically spring) evening, a good number of hashers turned up at Gunoak Woods to sample the delights of this venue. (Is it new? Don’t think I’ve been there before and Ted certainly hasn’t). On the dot of 7, the Artful Dodger gave his briefing with the help of Potbelly – sawdust – 2 long short splits – Treasure and off we went. Ted decided to come tonight – he’s become quite a stubborn little bear – but he knew the On Sec was not allowed to run due to injuries – so he thought the ride might be more comfortable!!! (Cheeky thing!)
We all headed up a wide track with a splash of purple from the Tavira Invasion T-shirts dominating the pack. After a few checks, the first Long Short split appeared. The shorts branching off left ran / walked on a slightly higher path hearing Hornby calling out on the long.
The trees in the wood were magnificent with the light green new growth on the tips of the pines. The running underfoot was soft and it all made for a very pleasant route. We did venture off the main paths for a section – with a bit of a rambo jaunt over logs, through bracken (check for ticks please) and broken sticks until we came back onto a main track where there was TREASURE.
The youngsters that had joined us for the evening (family friends of the Artful Dodger) were very excited by this, but Mum was on hand to ensure they didn’t take too many!! The On Home sign appeared soon after and we were soon back to the cars. 
Thanks to the hares for a great run on a lovely evening. 
The On Down was at the Stoke Climsland Social Cub – a great little venue run by volunteers and we even had a live band practising in the next room for this weekends beer festival I believe. 
Plenty of Down downs- for the hares, the family friends of The Artful Dodgers and for the following milestones: The Godmother – 1000, Gasbag – 700, Little Bo Peep – 550 Shake Em Up – 250. Well done to you all.

On Tuesday 6th May, the forward recce party for the third annual L2H3 ‘Run in the Sun’, this time entitled the ‘Tavira Invasion’, set foot in Portugal.
After successfully advancing on from the beach head at Faro Airport, they reached the target in Tavira and established a comms post (Codename: Black Anchor).
After the arrival of the second wave on Wednesday, a pathfinder squadron of the ‘Hashaway mismanagement’ set out to confuse local residents by flour-bombing strategic locations around the town. Any intercepted messaging was skilfully infused with deception techniques – mostly involving photographs of splinter groups all seemingly oblivious to their unfamiliar surroundings and innocently waving litres of ‘Super Bock’ in a show of relaxed confidence. The majority later jointly assembled at the aforementioned Black Anchor for more ‘SuperBocking’, and to receive notice of L2H3 Hash 2439 (a) the following day.
Accordingly on Thursday 8th May, a briefing was given by Sundodger in the picturesque Placa da Republica next to the ancient Roman Bridge, and at 12:00 the run was On on !
There transpired a superb run which wound in and out of the old town’s lanes and points of interest and kept everyone guessing – including an evil back-check ! The hashaway mismanagement Hares ; B&M, Sniffer, Hide’n’Seek, Sundodger, Forest & Rangi, had done a brilliant job in unknown territory and everyone appreciated their efforts, even coping with ice-cold down-downs. Later in the day a good number of the L2H3 party moved on to a local vineyard, and after enduring a lengthy lecture on Portuguese wine making, they found the stamina to thoroughly sample a wide selection of the product.
Friday was declared a rest day, and many of L2H3 elected to take the short boat trip across to the geographically and ecologically interesting sand bar island. A select few embarked on a long walk along the beach and 5 took the plunge into a ‘refreshing’ Atlantic ocean. For others, the main point of interest on the island wasn’t the sand bar, but a cocktail bar to which great justice was done, with many exotic concoctions dispatched. 
Saturday 10th May was the centrepiece of the weekend – a Red Dress Run, laid by Algarve H3. Not only were there hashers from AH3, but several other hashes from around Portugal. Everyone was suitably attired and a fine sight it was. Beer, wine (and softies?) flowed during a leisurely assemblage while everyone got to know each other.
The hares gave a briefing at which they were surprised and miffed to note that much of their proposed route had already covered by L2H3 on the Thursday ! There were to be 2 long-short splits, designated by beer stops, and a potential ‘long’ distance of 12km ! Checks were plentiful, but the hares had not counted on Forest streaking off like the wind and invariably finding the on before the rest of us could catch up. Although of course no hash is a race, our hosts were very surprised by the speed and athleticism of L2H3 as a whole…..
Back at the ‘circle’ our hosts RAs gave the thorough and wide ranging performances favoured by many hashes, but a little unfamiliar to the gentler L2H3 sensibilities. However, it was all taken in good humour and the great generosity was brilliant. The Thursday hares were quite rightly once again honoured as were plenty of others – Whingeing Pom was singled out for (I think) inattention to the RAs, during which he acquitted himself with grace.
After a brief period for recuperation, the masses regrouped at the Black Anchor where beer continued to flow and food was consumed – then into the bar for singing and dancing – a fine day.
Sunday 11th May – another day, another hash ! This one was laid by ‘Jolly Storks H3’, a very new hash in southern Portugal. Alarmingly, the briefing once again spoke of a long which would total 11km, but the by now battle hardened L2H3 cohort barely blinked.
Off we went, this time well out into the beautiful surrounding countryside of orange groves, vineyards and olives. There were two stops, one for beer and then one for Cava or ‘Espumante’ with strawberries and chocolate cake – evidently to mark what was Danish Mothers’ Day ! At the on down (circle) there were more festivities and down-downs galore, before we all yet again made our way to the Black Anchor for more refreshment, singing and dancing.
What a fabulous long weekend of hashing and general congeniality. Huge thanks to all those on the Hashaway mismanagement particularly B&M, but also Sniffer, Wigan Whippet, Hide’n’Seek, Sundodger, Forrest & Rangi who pit it all together and those who went that provided such great company.

Postscript
Quite a few stayed on for a day or two after the hashing, and of those some elected on Monday to hire bikes for a day and cycle east toward Spain. From this sprung a moment of infamy when your correspondent was culpable in a coming together of velocipedes that resulted in Spin the Wheel being rudely ejected from her machine, and breaking a thumb!
Mandy’s resilience in continuing to cycle and make it home with barely a complaint was an inspiration – a true sign of what hashers are made of.
ON ON !!

After a longish briefing of bluebells, rivers, electric fences and how to climb them by B & M, the hash set off down a track as one pack. B & M with the longs and Spin the Wheel and Harry (still to be named) with the shorts. The trail went over the said electric fence fairly early on, but we obviously hadn’t listened to the briefing as at the check, we looked everywhere except over the electric fence and had to be called back by the hare!! The On Sec was trying to help Sniffer, who doesn’t like electric fences, cross the fence but completely panicked, let out a scream and Sniffer jumped back!! On Sec then crawled under it and ran on – not even looking if Sniffer was OK- apologies Sniffer.
The run continued along the river for a while with bluebells getting thicker and thicker , then we veered off into the woods. After the long short split, the longs seemed to climb followed by a Rambo descent, then climb and climb and climb then down a little and climb and climb again!!! At the very top where the woods bordered the fields, the bluebells were simply magnificent- like a carpet spread across the whole of the top of the woods. At one point, the sun shone through onto them- breathtaking. We then started the tricky descent – slippy from the bluebells and full of fallen logs. Holding onto branches to steady yourself was not an option as many were rotten and just broke off in your hands, as many of us experienced!!! All this time B & M was following us so assumed he was kicking out the checks!!!! Apparently not!! (he thought he was the last one- so why bother!) We came across a welcome treasure stop once on flatter ground and soon found ourselves on the track back to the cars.
Great hash we thought- but where was Rangi, where was Scarlet Moggie and where was The Godmother? Somewhere out there in the woods! I had visions of Rangi having fallen over, breaking his leg and the ladies trying to escort him back!! Our trip to Tavira cancelled- or could I let him stay at home by himself and still go!!!! B & M and the On Sec trudged back up the track and had just got to the top when the 3 amigos appeared- all in one piece thank goodness. What had happened we asked- apparently they had been kindly helping people at that b….. electric fence and had got left behind. Because the trail had been so well laid, they found it easily enough but some of the checks hadn’t been kicked out (B & M!!!) so they never caught up with the rest of the longs. The worst bit though – they were starving hungry, desperate for food and the TREASURE had been taken by that said B & M again.
Thanks though hares for a stunning well laid run (well mainly walk with those hills) but it was just beautiful. Down downs went to the 3 hares and to The Bard for 2200 runs. He also received a decent bottle of wine with a hand made label and a badge. On On

Other news:
Just a reminder to pay for hash camp. Over 40 are now signed up. On sec will be asking around for various items required for camp over the next few weeks. A detailed itinerary will follow in due course.

The fantastic weather brought a good turn out for the hash from Cartuther Barton laid by Eric Big Axe and The Godmother. Before the run even started, The Godmother approached Hornby and myself to say ‘don’t run too far ahead – there are frisky stock in the field and we don’t want them spooked!!”. Well there was no chance of that with legs that felt like lead and any running downhill was agony following the Rasus Y Bannau Marathon at the weekend! Rangi thought my running style was hilarious as I was trying to avoid all the aches and pains!!

As the hash stayed on the farm, the 3 long/short splits, meant that the longs went around 3 sides of several large fields, which worked well at keeping us together at the end. The hares also managed to incorporate some bog, a gorgeous bit of woodland with many beech trees, (noted by the crunch of beech nut casings under our feet), the first half of which was adorned with bluebells, the rest still covered with delightful primroses, a beautiful valley under the railway and a steepsided climb through a mix of bluebells and stinging nettles which Forest managed to fall into and was itching all night. (Thankfully only noted at the time by Rangi – I certainly didn’t want a pint of water to down at the On Down!
On downs at the Sportsman’s Valley Hotel were given to the Hares – Eric Big Axe and The Godmother, and then half pints of water were given to Eric Big Axe for 750 runs and Forest for running a silly mountain marathon. By the way – I do drink beer and actually like it providing it is served at room temperature!! Not sure where this myth has come from that I don’t!
Thanks for a great run hares on such a beautiful evening.

Other news:
Please note that next week’s hash is at 6pm.

An impressive turn out on an Easter Monday in the far flung ‘foreign land across the river’, were welcomed for the second time in not too many weeks by our hare Stopcock. During an admirably brief briefing, Stopcock announced that his co-conspirator Am I Bovvered, couldn’t be bovvered so wasn’t present. There was to be one long/short split, so there was a conundrum of how the hare’s care in the community responsibilities to both the longs and the shorts could be accommodated. Quite rightly, the solution proposed was “sod the shorts”.
The run began in warm sunshine with a gentle jog across the moor before descending into the valley of the Tavy, whereupon we were treated to a close-up view of a fabulous example of railway civil engineering in the form of a fantastic blue-brick multi-arch viaduct. From there a beautiful run alongside the river itself, including a few smaller tributaries to refreshingly ford, led to an ascent up to the promised viewpoint on another superb bridge. Back up through the woods to the moor and we were home.
At the Rock in Yelverton the few young patrons were understandably alarmed by the sudden appearance of the raucous assembly, but were no doubt put at their ease when the authoritative figure of the RA called order. Recipients of his munificence were of course Stopcock for yet another brilliant run, plus milestones for Sundodger (400 runs), Darcey Bussell (100) and Spin the Wheel for apparently enquiring what L2H3 meant ?!! Finally, a welcome for a further two generations of the Pacey hashing dynasty – mum named as ‘French Connection’ plus daughter, both of whom struggled to dispatch their very cold down downs !

Hash Ted refused to get in the car! ‘I’m not running in the rain! .” Like many people and Teds) he’s a fair weather individual. But not the rest of us. Come rain or shine – we turn up, huddled in the pub doorway of the Cecil Arms waiting for the run briefing and the adventure to begin and boy – was it an adventure!!!
Laid in sawdust- no falses – 2 drops and you are on, 2 long short splits and off we went. Having to find 2 drops was a great ploy as you weren’t really sure how far to run until you turned back. Off we went along a road and into a field. A L/S split appeared quite quickly and Forrest soon found the ‘on’ trail. Over a style and onto a road. Forrest turned right and at the junction leading to the school, she found another drop and another drop so happily ran on her way shouting On On, not realising that no one was following her!! Eventually she lost the trail and started to turn back – where was everyone – no one around. Panic set in and she ran back to the first drop and heard On Ons coming from a field. She eventually caught up with the shorts only to find the longs weren’t in front of them – so back she went to that ominous drop on the corner- but still no longs could be seen or heard, so back she went again to the shorts and eventually found Sun Dodger who said the longs were doing an extra mile and “if you run back to the bridge – you will find them!’ So back went Forrest again – all uphill to the bridge – no sitings, so back up the next little bit and eventually there they were, so about turn and all the way back the other way.
The next part was a beautiful run along the coast, paths we had done before but they never detract from the beauty of it. The cleverly laid trail, took us up and around one small field so we never seemed to catch up with the shorts and then the same again around a huge field. The views from the top were amazing – coast and castle view. Found Little Bo Peep who told me I was on the short trail and not the long!!! Not again I thought, but turned out – I was on the right trail, but Kiss Me Kate and Gasbag had inadvertently, despite shouts from Sun Dodger, short cut to the long trail. We caught up with them near the waters edge at Forder, where the drops had petered out, the tide was in, so they assumed the trail was up a very steep muddy bank. Gasbag was crawling up on his hands and knees with Kiss me following him and then me. It was a real scramble. Just as we made it to the top, Hide ‘n Seek arrived and said it wasn’t up there and there was no way through. I carefully slid back down the bank (scary) but Kiss Me and Gasbag decided to carry on as the way back down was NOT easy. At which point Sun Dodger – the nautical man who was in charge of checking the tides and said it would be fine – arrived. And yes – we had to wade shin deep in water to find the trail as it had been submerged. Not good for those of us with waterproof shoes as once the water is in, it stays in, so we were sloshing about for the rest of the run. Sun Dodger retreated and went to help Kiss Me and Gasbag – not sure where they went but they arrived back just after the longs from a different direction.!
Back onto the road and at a fork – Hornby went right and was way in front, knowing it led back to the cars – ‘on one’ we heard – but didn’t hear anymore. I went the other way but heard Scarlett Moggie shout, so assumed Hornby was on the correct route – but she and Hot bottom were just shouting on one – so back I went and the left fork was the ‘on’ route. By this time the hare had caught up with us and we weaved our way through a housing estate, missing out a short section as time was getting on, crossing a false to get back on the trail (under the hares command), which confused B&M completely as he daren’t go over a false and eventually we arrived back at the cars just after the hour. 
Ted – you really did miss a great adventurous run with stunning views. 
The Cecil Arms was great too, under new ownership they had heard that in the past if the hash turned up, they were provided with food and after the Down Downs to the Hares – Sun Dodger and Hide ‘n Seek and the On Sec for getting lost, out came plates of sandwiches and chips which were quickly demolished. 
Thank you hares – such a lovely area to run.

Other news:
The committee are starting to think about hash camp.
7 caravans, 4 pods and tent sites have been booked.
If you would like to come, the details are below. The cost is £20 for the weekend (plus the campsite fees). Please sign up with Baz, give him your pasty order for the Friday night and your money. 
T : 01822 810349 F: 01822 810028 
W : www.harfordbridge.co.uk
Harford Bridge Park Ltd
Peter Tavy
Tavistock
Devon
PL19 9LS
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 the advertised rate for 2025 (still awaiting confirmation)
Payment will be taken from individuals at the time of booking.

What a glorious evening. A beautiful sunset, a clear sky and a well laid run by the hares, Scarlett Moggy and The Bard. Over fields, a stone bridge across a stream and some quiet country lanes, a perfect start to the spring/summer Monday evening hash season. I am sure Ted would have agreed, a great run had by all.
The on down was at The Old School Inn serving fine organic beers.
Some hashers that have been before brought along a new member, the youngsters ran well and enjoyed their down down. Well done boys.
Well done everyone, we hope to have many more Mondays like this.
ON ON

Todays hashers arrived on Foredown on a beautiful sunny morning of note, as it was Mothering Sunday, our last Sunday morning run of the Winter season & the first morning of the of daylight saving time, so all of us had ‘lost’ an hour into the ether.

Forest presented the briefing clearly & the longs headed off in the direction of Pensilva village whilst the shorts scurried off in the other direction.

Despite a damping overnight & a breeze in the air most of the trail was visible & Forest had diligently checked some of it & relaid it where necessary.

Forest accompanied the long runners well, always being in the right place at the right time & Pete managed the short runners, having not seen where some of the trail went except for on a map, both groups arrived back at the car at a similar time, almost bang on 1200 for the long runners.

Another well planned hash that was enjoyed by all. 
Thank you hares.

Down downs for the hares, Forest & Rangi & for Mamma Mia for ‘doing’ the short trail but she denied it & got Hornby to drink it as she hates beer!

Slopey shoulders AKA Forest asked me to write this week’s word as she goes enjoying herself running a half marathon in the Forest of Dean. News just in 1:45:04 and second in her age group.
Anyway on to the report – it was a challenge to find the place and even more of a challenge to find a parking place – the early arrivers managed to secure their spots, but as the proverbs says, ‘the early bird catches the worm’. The Bard reminded us it was a live hare run and without too much procrastination we were all off and hunting down the hare. This was virgin territory for the hash and a secret that has been kept from us for too long. It was wonderful running terrain with majestic views of the coast and over to Clay country.
The longs and shorts were expertly marshalled (see what I did there) by Am I Bothered’s partner/wife/girlfriend. Didn’t manage to get her name but she deserved a medal for standing in the cold for over a hour waiting for the groups to pass through. There was a cheeky check back that sent the Longs up and down a steep hill, which I assume the Shorts avoided.
The three drops and on definitely worked well and surprisingly we all managed to stick together with no long drawn out tail. We came across Stopcock along the trail and I assumed we’d caught up with the live hare – no such luck, the trail had been completed but we still had some way to go.
It was a great run with great scenery and smashing to run in mid Cornwall for a change – well worth the drive.
The Bugle Inn was a real pub and most welcoming, mind you I completed another run from my car to the pub – parking again was an issue – but who cares – this minor inconvenience could not darken the joy of the hash – Thank you Stop Cock, Am I Bothered and the cheery marshaller.

First of all- it’s good to be back to sunny Cornwall and hashing with L2H3. Rangi and I hashed about 5 times with Mijas Hash and once with Malaga hash and we so much prefer L2H3 where the down downs are fun but quick (we don’t have to stand in a circle for over an hour), the RA isn’t swearing every other word and being very derogatory about women and we don’t have to score the run out of 9.9!! Don’t get me wrong, the hashes themselves were mainly good and many of the hashers were fine, (I suppose we are a strange lot) and it was nice to run in warmer climes, but we did miss you lot!!
Thank you to all those who laid runs, wrote the word, stepped in at the last minute and of course to my amazing committee while I was away. I’m not sure that I’m even needed!
Today’s run was a bit of an epic – 6.38miles according to my watch but what beautiful weather and beautiful scenery. I had no idea where I was, which direction was home and neither did Ted. But he was so glad to be back out on the hash!!! I only learned that he had been cooped up in The Godmothers car for 2 months when Stopcock asked me why I was carrying a Teddy on my back!! He loved being back out – the best thing being Scarlett Moggie who, while checking, thought she was stepping on some hardened sun baked mud, which turned to be ankle deep shiggy. We did have a laugh!! The route of the hash was great- woodlands, fields, hills, views and all in the sunshine. 
Thanks to the hares – The Godmother and Hotbottom for an excellent hash – especially as it was a pretty last minute one to plan. Down Downs to the two of them at the Sportsmans Arms in their fantastic new conservatory. There was a milestone but the hasher didn’t come back to the pub!! We WILL get you at some point.

A beautiful day for a hash and what better place to start than Minions, with its wild moorland and stunning views. The sun was shining, the air was crisp and the group set off in high spirits, ready for whatever the hares had in store.

We were soon treated to a mix of terrains; woodland trails farmland and open moor. A few friendly horses looked on curiously as we passed, perhaps wondering why a group of lunatics were dashing about in the countryside, while they calmly grazed. The highlight of the route, however, had to be the dairy farm. Apparently, as my Mum has informed me, the cows here enjoy a touch of luxury, producing more milk thanks to their Astro Turf walkways to protect their hooves – modern farming at its finest!

The hares had clearly put thought into keeping the pack together, with three well-placed check-backs ensuring no one got too far ahead. And just in case we’d forgotten who was behind this cunningly laid trail, a strategically positioned Marshall trailer was there to remind us… good effort!!!

A Treasure stop came at just the right time, providing a much needed sugar boost to power us through the second half of the run. With renewed energy, we continued on the long trail, which gave everyone a proper workout, but the beautiful views and the good weather made it all worthwhile.

Notably, Shook ‘Em Up experienced an unexpected jolt, getting electrocuted along the way by one of the electric fences – with the amount there were, one of us had to get caught! The run concluded with the down-downs, with a huge thanks to hares Stopcock and Am I Bovvered! for orchestrating this wonderful hash. Milestones were celebrated: Spin the Wheel with 150 runs, an impressive 2000 runs for Whinging Pom…. although it didn’t stop him whinging!! and we welcomed two brave visitors, Clare and Michael. Unfortunately, poor Jaws was deprived of a pint at the Caradon Inn, but he put on a brave face.

A great hash, clever trail-laying, and lovely company, thank you.

Well what can I say? A pancake/St Piran’s run in glorious sunshine . What more could anyone ask for?

27 hashers and a new recruit, Cassian (the latest addition to the Sneyd family), set off from the church in Menheniot. We were all armed with our pancake mix containers (except Potbelly who couldn’t be bothered )
A lovely run through fields, lanes and the village. Ever so well organised at the ingredient stops which were all marked with a St Piran’s flag. There was a gauge on the scoop so that we got the correct amount ensuring the best pancakes ever!
Flour by the roadside somewhere, eggs at the cricket club and milk at a house in the village. 

Back at the Old School everyone had their gas stoves burning away…. the chefs ranged from Capt’n Oats who had brought along a mixer, a lemon squeezer and fresh lemons and maple syrup to accompany her pancakes, to Stopcock who hadn’t brought anything. Fortunately for him, Little-Bo-Beep came to the rescue and he ended up being the top tosser of the day!

Down downs given to the hares, Hide ‘n’ Seek and Godmother and Headlong who dropped her flour outside the Cricket Club.

Thanks to the hares and Get One Free who donated the raffle prizes.

Other news:
MARCH HARES NEEDED 

Stopcock (aka Top Tosser) has volunteered to lay next Sunday’s run.
After that there are no hares for March. No hares – no run.

Well the forecast lived up to it’s name – wet and windy, but it did not stop intrepid hashers from coming! At least the Hares got to set the run in the brief day of spring like weather yesterday.
I took one look and thought sod that, I’m staying home. Luckily that nice man Jaws went, and told me what went on.
With great reluctance in the face of the stormy conditions and driving rain, the hash left the shelter of the barn after the briefing, hoping to survive and get past some scary sounding pigs without mishap.
Jaws did not seem to know where we went, just muttered something about an endless series of fields, and a squelchy session along a stream. Everyone got stuck at one check for ages with no sign of a trail, only salvaged when Bronyon could be seen in the far distance jumping up and down to attract our attention.
A welcome treasure stop was found toward the end, and shortly afterward the “longs” were offered a short cut home, leaving just a few to see it through, with no sign of the pigs! I gather they sensibly stayed in their pens.
Around 4 ½ miles in all.
DD’s for the Hares for their efforts
DD’s for milestones – Hot Bottom (1100) and Jaws (700). Jaws told me that meant he had had 400 more lie in’s.
Misdemeanour for someone dropping a sweet wrapper. Nothing to do with Kiss Me Kate, but like a true hasher she volunteered herself for the DD.
Finally great to hear that Invisible Man was there …… but I could not see him!
Ted

Other news:
Desperate need for Hares in March!

C5 and Mr Blobby took time out of their Cornish holiday to set a great hash in Deerpark Woods. 
It started with an essential briefing on the differences between our signs and theirs…..there was the standard check – 4 drops and on; a check with a dot in the middle – one drop and on; a horizontal line – check back. What they didn’t mention was that their false, rather than an X was a F. Unfortunately for me, I became very acquainted with the F as I seemed to find every one.
B&M found an arrow which he swore was a false. He didn’t get a down down as he had to rush off to work on his kitchen!
The hash went well. No one got lost, no injuries although a few near misses with the brambles doubling up as trip wires. 
A warm welcome back at the Cafe. Our hosts laid on some French fries which were well received.
Down downs for the hares and their back up crew and Potbelly who got one for a bridge too far. He got as far as New Bridge at Callington only to find the road to Liskeard was closed and had to detour.
Thanks again Berkshire. See you either in Portugal or hash camp.

I was excited about the hash on Sunday but a very cold wind was blowing so Hide n’ Seek being of the medical profession decided the best place for me was to remain in the back of her car, keeping me safe from nasty winter viruses
She told all about the hash later.

Hashers listened diligently to the Hornby give an in-depth brief about avoiding electric fences, major roads and barbed wire. 
Off they set running round the fields surrounding the car park rather aimlessly, the hare was heard to say, best use of limited land whatever that means! Eventually they went into fields containing winter sheep food, turnip’s apparently! They look disgusting, poor sheep. Then into a few muddy field where the turnips had been eaten by the sheep. Very muddy and electric fences everywhere. Jaws was at hand with a large plastic bag to hold over the fences to prevent shocks so at least there was some effort towards health and safety!
Then into some challenging Rambo woods then finally through some fields back to the cars. A lovely dry hash, thank you hares.

Downs downs at Great Trethew
Hares – Horby and Sniffer for an enjoyable 90 minute hash
Mystic Meg for crossing a major road, she did dispute this and Hornby did look a bit scared of her!
C5 for leaving his car boot open as he drove out of the car park – he blamed someone else
Hind n’ Seek for the heinous crime of leaving the wine raffle prizes at home
Paddington for 1300 runs 
C5 from Berkshire ended the DD with details of Tuesdays hash.
Welcome back to our friends from the East.

The Main part of the day was when Mrs Chopper and Get One Free presented the beautiful bespoke tablecloth made by Firefly using old hash t-shirts belonging to Chopper and Dockleaf. This beautiful creation brought a tear to many hashers as we remembered these well loved hashing giants. Thank you Firefly and we look forward to seeing you soon

The run started at Thankes car park in Torpoint and in the absence of chief hare Brillo [who was still setting the run] the instructions were given by Captain Oates and B&M – numerous options were offered from both the long splits, down to coffee at Hearts and off we set at 11.00am. Hot Bottom managed to take a tumble in the mud but otherwise the run was fairly uneventful and everyone enjoyed the glorious weather, almost unheard of at this time of year. The checks and trail were remarkably intact – a mixture of chalk marks and sawdust to cover all weather options. We enjoyed glorious views of the Tamar estuary and Devonport. Some of the shorts missed the treasure stop [due to treacherous short cutting] so leftover treasure turned up at the On Down. The longs got back at 11.59am – B&M assumed the other half [Spin the Wheel] had gone straight to the On Down at the sailing club so went there, only to find she hadn’t so had to go and rescue her. Meanwhile the rest of us enjoyed the sailing club hospitality. After Down Downs for the hares [Brillo, Captain Oates and B&M] there was a further Down Down for Bronyon for achieving 2050 runs. 
Many thanks to Brillo for helping us out – he was suitably rewarded with a jar of my special marmalade and a half decent raffle prize.

On a cold, wet, misty morning Ted decided he would rather stay dry and warm in Rachel’s car, and who can blame him. Nobody wants a cold,wet, soggy Teddy. 
The run took us over moorland, through bracken and a small amount of mud!!!!
We ventured towards Henwood passing South Phoenix mine and headed down to the shire. The word down means in our minds we need to come up!!!
We passed over a bridge, trip trap trip trap trying not to disturb the trolls living underneath the bridge.
Sure enough there was the HILL. Up, up and still up towards Stowes Pound. The mist had lifted and it was a lovely view. On, on towards Minions, passing Rillaton Barrow and sighting Gold Diggings in the distance. 
A well laid Hash even though they had to do it twice because of interference from muggles. Well done to the Hares, Mystic Meg and Falsie.
On down at the Caradon with lovely pint of Otter Ale. Ted was very pleased everyone had a good hash.

The hardiest of hashers came out for today’s run. Battling through the debris & floods to arrive at Catchfrench for today’s run laid by Godmother & Biscuits, they do seem to pick the weather to challenge us! 
The hares were very sympathetic & let us off the first of many long short splits. Biscuits made sure the long runners found the trail & Godmother looked after those on the shorter trail. 
The run was wet, very, very wet. There were a few fallers but everyone made it around, even the longs who were up to their knees crossing a gushing river that was only a trickle when the hares laid the trail. We were grateful for the guidance from Biscuits to ‘hang on to the fence’, if we hadn’t we would have been washed away. 

We had a dry place to change afterwards & the hashers whit was flowing, I’m sure I heard someone say they had tipped a fish out of their trainer! (There is some good news, if we had been in Liskeard today we would have been running through not just the rain but an enormous hail storm as it was totally white when we drove by, so we were very lucky!).
Thanks to the hares for another good run & to all those that braved the weather for today’s hash. On On.
The down downs were awarded to the hares, Kiss Me for reaching 400 runs & to Whingeing Pom who was disobedient, he parked at the top when was told to park at the at the bottom yard.

Other news:
Berkshire are down between 12-19 February & will lay a hash on the 18th February.

Left in the car boot again! Two weeks running, but this time by The Godmother. I was so fed up until I overheard the hare ‘I’m Three’ giving a convoluted briefing;
Laid in sawdust, 4 long/short splits, hieroglyphic checks in the shape of a figure 8 (signifying 8 trails to check), backward arrows to be treated as falses. I was almost pleased to be left behind – my head was buzzing.
The run at Higher Westcott, I heard though, was brilliant. Very well laid through a wonderful variety of countryside. Lots of farmland, leading to long stretches through woodland. Often challenging with steep slopes to scramble down. Lots of mud, water and brambles.
Although cold, it was dry and with occasional crops of snowdrops promising us spring was around the corner.
After a 1 hour 20minute run the hash met at The Manor for the on down where many stayed for a roast. The Godmother regretted not booking as the food smelled delicious. 
Down downs were given to “I’m Three” and “Eastern Promise”. 
Thank you, both of you for a truly wonderful, well laid hash – I am sorry I missed it.

So I got left in the car!!! And on such a beautiful day too!! Forest was not checking the time and at 11am she still had her warm jacket on which she threw in the boot on top of me and rushed to help The Godmother with the briefing!! Oh well- at least now- I dont have to think what to write- its all down to her!!
The hashers all started going in the same direction, around the farmhouse and into a field full of brambles. The Bard was smiling as it was ‘New Territory’. The first hurdle was trying to get down a bank across a brook, under some barbed wire and back into a field. Fortunately we had sorted an alternative route for those with less flexibility! Through fields, up and across before the first long / short split on the other side of the lane. The longs went around a very big field, into some woods to find another barbed wire fence to cross and up a steep hill and bumped into a the shorts coming the wrong way!!! About turn for the shorts – back to the check to look again. Around another field and onto a check which led into some lovely woods. I must add here that the hares had tried to get into the woods along that valley on numerous occasions when sussing out the hash and each time were beaten back by endless brambles, deep bogs and impenetrable branches, so it was a bit frustrating when only a few actually followed the trail through here.)
But- never mind- the sun was out. Most got to the next long/ short split and headed off in different directions. After a few more minutes, the longs and shorts got back to almost the start. I don’t know if any shorts decided to call it a day, but the longs did sort of follow the route up and around a few more fields and back to the cars. Apologies if the hash was tricky to follow in places- we used a mix of chalk, dark sawdust and light shavings and you did have to slow down and look carefully for it. It was there. 
We then met at the Farmshop for the xmas celebrations- putting on our glad rags in the very clean car park! ( I think I had more positive comments about the car park than the hash!!??!! :). The hashers enjoyed their free drink and had time to socialise before the down downs- to the 4 hares- The Godmother, Forest, Little Bo Peep and Hide ‘n Seek and to Scarlett Moggie for 1700 runs, Baz, for organising the meal, Mid Rift and her partner as a welcome back/ virgin hasher. The starters soon arrived followed by the mains and pudding. Spin the wheel was on her way to dancing on the table, but was restrained by her daughter- ‘Your Nicked” and she entertained only those on her table! The excellent stand in RA- aka Sun Dodger (as B&M is only just getting back on his feet) proceeded with the raffle which was excitedly awaited. A great day- thanks to all who helped out and for on sec- another one ticked off. Phew!!!

Other news:
The On Sec is away for a couple of months. Back mid March. Hide n Seek 
is away for 3 weeks and Little Bo Peep is away too for a couple of weeks. The Godmother has Ted. Please support her by volunteering to write the word. I know that some of you have actually enjoyed the experience. I will be reading it when I have wifi!

I will admit since I have been asked to accompany hashers on their weekly hash, I have been to some lovely locations, but nothing so far had prepared me for yesterday’s hash at Tokenbury Corner. What fun it was! For this hash I was asked to accompany the tall ex Navy chap called Sun Dodger and what a gentleman he proved to be. Due to such inclement weather we were all amazed that our hares had actually managed to lay the hash, but after a thorough brief from Black Shadow and Son of Cyril the Squirrel (Alpha One) we all set of into the mist and drizzle, wondering if we would ever see our cars again.
Conscious of such poor weather, Sun Dodger said he was determined to keep me warm and dry and promptly placed me on his chest inside his coat. To me this was magnificent as I could hear his strong heart beat which gave me confidence, that I was with such a capable host. Sorry I forget myself, back to the hash. So up we all went up into the mist which seemed to get thicker and thicker. Fortunately though, our hares were generous with their drops and checks, obviously no expense spared with the sawdust as they were, bold and clear for all to see.
We all spread out which enabled us to find the drops and as you would expect Sun Dodger was for a good period front running taking the lead. I was warm and dry, close as I could be to his warm chest, which is just as well as the drizzle and mist was unrelenting. Finally we could go no higher as the base of Caradon Mast came into view, the base only as we couldn’t see any more of it. Sun Dodger told me he was a frequently visitor of the moor and that you get some magnificent views but yesterday was not so. We also commented that without such clear drops we could have easily lost our way as it all seemed to look the same. The treasure stop was a nice break Roses chocolates, Sun Dodger said they were his favourite, mine too! We pushed on determined to see our cars again and head for the On Down. By now every had wet feet but I was warm and dry, snuggled in tight on Sun Dodgers chest.
Eventually we returned to our car, changed and headed for the Whealtor Hotel. Down downs for the hares, and one for Mystic Meg who celebrated her thousand runs with the club. Bravo Maggie. I can’t wait for next week’s hash, it’s the Christmas special by the committee. I’m wondering now who I’ll be with, maybe Sun Dodger again.

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.

It was great to see so many people arrive at Albaston for the run on new years eve, 38 turned up including C5 and Fran from Berkshire. 
The briefing no stock, no crops (later to be criticised by Hornby as there were fields of recently sown grass) and all but one gate opens, forgot to mention the treasure stop but the hash sniffed it out.
Modesty prevents me from praising the trail to highly suffice to say we ran through Cothele woods and into the Cothele fields to the treasure stop before winding back through Todworthy Farm before returning to Albaston. Although there was plenty of moisture underfoot in spite of recent weather we were lucky as it stayed dry with a only a light shower near the end.
Back at Queens Head, somewhere we have not been for many years, down downs were given to the hares, Scarlet Moggy for 1650 runs and Rangi for 550 runs. The RA made an appeal for more people to snitch as no one is reporting misdemeanours.
Our best wishes for a speedy recovery to Foo Foo following her surgery.
Don’t forget to bring £1.50 for subs next week.

In spite of many being away with family and other commitments 21 hashers turned up for the run on Boxing Day.
On arrival at Herodsfoot we were welcomed by Beerpump, a hasher from the Isle of Wight hash who had generously offered to lay the run for us, offering us a glass of foul tasting sherry, his description not mine, the only way to drink it was down in one. 
At the briefing we were instructed in the Isle of Wight markings mostly familiar including the less than popular fishhook which were for the most part ignored. Soon after the off we were joined by West London hashers Cocaine Charlie and C**k Doctor late arrivals.
The trail managed to take in the majority of Herodsfoot woods with stream crossings, tracks and off piste through the scrub returning in over an hour and a half and 5+ miles.
The on down was in one of the forest cabins where we were treated to mulled wine and nibbles laid on by Beerpump and Propshaft with some contribution from l2h3 and hash beer.
The down downs were awarded to our hosts Beerpump and Propshaft and to Spin the Wheel for reaching 100 runs.
Once again thanks to Beerpump and Pushrod for laying the run and I hope they will be back in the future.

Most of us arrived for an 11:00 start but there were exeptions, Carnage and Foo Foo overshooting the venue and Little Bo Peep having to travel all the way from Looe, both playing catch up. 
The briefing given by Whingeing-Pom with interjecions from Bronyon informed us no stock all gates open, edge of crops and tram lines, not so much said about tracks of slurry and ploughed fields. A good run with plenty of hills and shiggy and what seemed like endless fields of beet towards the end nearly a hour into the hash.
Back at Pelynt Social Club down downs we’re given to the hares, Carnage and Little Bo Peep for lateness, Carnage again for a magnificent 1750 runs and Forest for 450 runs.
Boxing day run is being laid by a visiting hasher and I know a lot of people are away or have commitments but support would be appreciated.

A warning at the briefing to tighten shoe laces turned out to be a wise move as once again the weather was kind to us but the conditions underfoot were somewhat damp. The Hares stressed ensuring gates were left as found as there were a number of pregnant sheep around and there would be 3 long short splits one from the start.
The longs took a quick lap of Menheniot before returning to the cricket club and off into footpaths and paddy fields. Dropping down out of Menheniot into the valley made me apprehensive about the climb back up but the hares generously found a long steady slope back in spite of precipitous alternatives. Thanks to Hide and Seek and Mystic Meg for a well timed run.

Back at The Sportsmans B&M was persuaded to stand in for the absent R.A and awarded down downs to the ” lady” hares, Rangi for watering the vegetation in front of “ladies”, Godmother for washing her shoes rather thoroughly (see photo) and Hide and Seek for allegedly leading the hash when a hare.

Boxing day hash is kindly being laid by Beerpump and Propshaft, visitors from Isle of Wight hash who are staying in a cabin at Deerpark and will be providing mulled wine and nibbles and request we could bring leftover Christmas fare along. Their cabin is not far from the cafe so parking is at the usual place near the cafe.

Car parking seems to be a priority for hares lately with B&M slotting us in until Hornby arrived reversing at great speed into a box containing electrics for a pump after which he gave up. 
We were directed to a field for the briefing where the hash became a combination of a hash and hunt the thimble (badly as it happened) where Mr Bloom fired an oval shaped projectile into the grass bank and challenged everyone to find it, the prize being a Christmas tree. Those of us needing a Christmas tree and competitive individuals shot off in pursuit. The shorts and the rest of us set off in the opposite direction to find the trail. The briefing told us the trail was not too long but challenging terrain something of an understatement, we have occasionally had a wimps and rambo split, rarely has it been the other way round with more rambo than wimp. 
It was a while before the group hunting the projectile, having failed to find it, caught up and continued through tracks with lethal bramble loops, up and down hills on no tracks, mostly in my case on my a**e or my knees. Buiscuits was a great help at this juncture aiding the less athletic and down right ancient down steep banks only to be rewarded later. 
A final steep climb took us to the start where the quicker amongst us had resumed their search for the projectile in vain.
Back to the Tipsy Cow down downs for the hares, Hornby for careless driving and Buiscuits for being an angel of mercy.
The Raffle included a playing card draw for the Christmas trees mentioned earlier provided by Mr Bloom.
On a more serious note at the mismanagement meeting it was decided to increase our fees to £1:50 as of January 1st, the first rise for many years to enable us to continue with beer stops and subsidies.

Bronyon and Little Bo Peeps run at Trelawne Barton started with an exercise in parking in the farmyard with the hares directing traffic with enthusiasm. At the briefing the usual laid in sawdust, gates hinge end, sheep and specifically don’t damage anything or anyone as Bronyon had had to sign an indemnity form to obtain permission. The weather being fair, not as cold as expected, the run set off and encountered some confusion early on with an arrow and a slightly obliterated mark that turned out to be a W for walkers which was negotiated with the help of the hares. The run continued through tracks fields and woodland where bramble roots were looped waiting to trip unsuspecting hashers its amazing there were few fallers. Yours truly fell over a low piece of barbed wire, its amazing if a 70 plus person falls in the street everyone rushes to help, not so on the hash. Fortified by sweets we arrived back at the cars in an hour and a quarterish.
Back at Pelynt social club down downs we’re awarded to the hares, Potbelly for the fall and Whingeing-Pom for doing the long and rushing to get back before the shorts.
The Hash Cash has pointed out that funds are falling due to attendances falling this could have a knock on effect of being unable to subsidise future events so we need to try to encourage new members and lapsed runners to return to the fold.

Carnage generously filled a bald spot and laid the hash in horrible November weather. Hashers gathered on the day behind large brick storage outbuildings, which gave some short lived protection from the keen wind. Thanks to this blustery weather, the fog which usually haunts the Carnes’ hashes could not compete, so we were treated to spectacular far reaching views, to Drakes Island and Plymouth on one side and on the other, Rame Head.
Some of the going was pretty hard due to the newly ploughed, rain soaked fields.

The landlord and landlady at Bar Tuskers kindly opened early to accommodate our thirsty hashers. Paddington provided the following poem to express her gratitude for homing Pantihose’s chair, which they had tried to install with a Heath Robinson apparatus themselves.

Jim bought a chair, He didn’t care,
How we would get it up the stair,
We tried all day, alas no way,
So Jim and I were in despair.

Then Justin gave the Hash a shout,
And quick as a flash, they helped us out,
Whingeing took one side – What a Star!
And Barry, the other, How strong you are!

Sniffer and Bronyon fixed the back,
While Dawn sorted out the electrics pack,
Hashers don’t come any finer!
And thanks to you all
Jim has a recliner!

Carnage was awarded a well earned down down, quickly dispatched after shouts of ‘Not Enough Tarmac!’. The Bard and Little Bo Peep were also given a glass for not being able to see a large false whilst standing on it! Apparently the sawdust was too dark, ‘Your Honour!’.

Gathering at Tencreek in appalling weather it was amazing how many hashers turned up it, it never ceases to amaze me that people don’t stay home in the warm with a full English and the Sunday papers in bad weather. 
A minutes silence for Armistice Sunday led by the Bard preceeded the briefing, respect gates, quiet by sheep and keep an eye on the co hare Biscuits as she might not know where she is going. 
A muddy wet run followed with several steep climbs well marked and challenging trail even though the weather took a turn for the better even a little sun. At a river crossing over a small arched bridge Biscuits was stood on top helping the old and decrepit (me) over the slippery surface and later recrossing the river on a slightly more substantial bridge treasure was waiting on the other side, before the climb back to the cars. 
Thanks to Godmother and Biscuits for the run sussed and laid in very inclement weather.
Back at The Sportsman’s the RA stamped his authority on proceedings giving down downs to the hares (Biscuits was to busy to attend) 350 runs for Sun Dodger and Kiss Me for a classic fall, all at the same time.
Thanks to Carnage for stepping up to fill next weeks bald spot.

Twenty six brave souls turned up on Sunday to the run hared by Brillo and Grenville from the leisure centre car park in Saltash on a pleasant but chilly morning.
At the briefing we were warned there would be plenty of scope for whingeing aimed at Whingeing-Pom and he was not wrong. There was a Looe and Liskeard / Plympton split if we wanted a shorter run.
The longs and shorts set of in opposite directions from the car park following flour and red chalk marks and fairly soon came together not knowing if we were following the right trail fortunately Grenville arrived to show the way. After more long short splits Briĺlo was waiting at the Plympton/L2H3 check where longs split into several groups all coming back together in no time at all. Around a sports ground followed by along uphill climb took us back to the cars in just over the hour.
On to the Cecil Arms for moderately priced beer and food laid on by the landlord, thanks to him.
Down Downs awarded to the Hares, Mystic Meg for 950 runs, Potbelly for moving from a disabled spot and running over car park barrier and Rubberlegs for calling onto the check when stood in the centre circle of the football pitch. As an afterthought the RA pushed the hash prat tee shirt in my direction.

On arriving at Minions car park, not the Hurlers, at 10:45 expecting to see the usual groups of lycra clad athlete’s stretching and warming up in preparation for the gruelling event to follow there was no sign of any activity. Thinking I must be in the wrong location the Invisable Man came out of his car and commented that for the first time ever he was pleased to see me.
After a few more hardy individuals arrived to brave the cold wind with threats of rain the hares briefed us two long shot splits , keep to footpaths in fields and shorts to stay until longs were off.
After a convoluted run, walk stagger for some, we decended into an unkempt woodland reminiscent of something out of Lord of the Rings, shortcut by several front runners, who denied it later, followed by the inevitable climb back to the car park. 
On back to Wheal Tor to defrost, rehydrate, dry out and a game of sardines.
Down downs to the hares ,thanks to them for stepping in in late to ensure we had a run, for a challenging trail and to two visitors from London Hash Cocaine Charlie and C**k Doctor, there was a great deal of speculation as to how these names came about.
Anyone intending to attend hash camp requiring statics or pods needs to book sooner than later as the site is quite popular. 
Sunday 19th Nov is still a bald spot contact Little Bo Peep if you can help

 I had, hoped that with only a few days to get permission and plan the route being a last minute effort by Hornby ably assisted by Whingeing-Pom the run would not be too taxing but after an hour and twenty five minutes it obviously wasn’t the case.
The briefing was the usual sawdust,two long short splits and don’t enter fields with stock and to our surprise use your common sense with gates,something of an oxymoron when addressing hashers. 
The packs set off around Stoke Climsland and out into fields encouraged by the hare,Hornby, to be more enthusiastic and more calling and when this was met with little response he decided to do it himself resulting in a down down later.
The trail continued through long grass, boggy bits,tussocks,paths tracks, a football pitch and a small amount of road before the relief of arriving back at The Old Stoke Climsland School and the cars.
Retiring to the Social Club we received a warm welcome and there were burgers and hot dogs for those who wanted them. Thanks to them for their welcome in fact I received an email from them thanking us for using them and we were a great crowd, praise indeed.
B&M took over as RA for the day and took advantage of Wigan Whippets absence with down downs for the hares(Hornby being asked to drink only half as he had a misdemeanour as well but that was revoked and another beer purchased), Kiss Me for 350 runs, Hornby for front running and calling when a hare, Little Bo Peep for failing to tell the difference between a stone and a check, hash prat shirt awarded to her, Hector for finding a football and kicking it the rest of the way round(with that much energy he should be on the long), Rangi for traversing the countryside without a lump of metal between his legs following his epic cycle ride and one to himself for not behaving in the spirit of the hash not wanting to do any more falses. 
November 19 is still a bald spot if anyone can step in.

It was nice to return to Boconoc after what seems a good deal of time it must have moved a bit further away which would account for my late arrival. 
Setting out to try and catch up l soon encountered Eric Big Axe, the sole hare, hobbling around a junction to point the way. It continued along paths and tracks with great views across the valley.
Catching up with the pack at the first of two long short splits the long trail continued along tracks, a bit quick for my liking, until the next long short split wher we veered off into long grass and woodland before the run in. 
Thanks to Eric Big Axe for the run and arranging decent weather even if it was a bit cooler.
Back at The Highwayman thanks to Hornby for standing in for the absent RA giving down downs to the Hare and Paddington who arrived with a mechanical issue that was resolved by the hare.
If you have not already done it Wigan Whippet is taking names and menu choices for the Christmas Dinner. (And money)
We are desperate for hares please contact Little Bo Peep if you can fill in any bald spots.

31 hashers arrived at Minard Farm on a glorious autumn morning the weather was so good that Hornby was complaining that we need a summer and winter hash prat tee shirt (really).
The briefing one long short split, no stock and treasure the latter greeted with enthusiasm. We set off in different directions the longs passing through fields until some confusion caused it to split into two groups only coming back together after going round three sides of a maize field, through brambles and nettles, more fields and a bog.
The longs and shorts came together just before the treasure stop and we were accosted by beasties (hornets?) on the short run back to the cars.
Down downs we’re awarded to The Hares Kiss Me and Trugg, Hornby 1100 runs and to B&M for 100 runs its amazing what he has achieved in such a short time with us.
Misdemeanours were given to the RA by himself for falling in bog and then rolling in long grass to clean off and The Bard for trying to avoid bog and still falling in. 
Biscuits had a special mention for climbing a gate in the middle when it was easily opened.
Captain Oats has kindly offered to host a Boxing Day hash more details will follow nearer the time.

As we made our way along the Whitsand Bay road to the start of this week’s run, we hit the thick mist, making us feel autumnal – the season of ‘mists and mellow fruitfulness’, particularly as we were on our way from Harvest Festival at St Keyne. Indeed, it was very reminiscent of FooFoo and Carnage’s runs in the area, with the mist often not allowing us to see the wonderful views. Just as we reached the military road , miraculously the mist cleared.
Arriving at the start a few minutes late, it was with some trepidation as I set off, being very aware of the hares’ reputation for saving trees in terms of amount of sawdust used, but after being sent in the right direction by the walkers, the trail was well laid with plenty of drops and regular checks, which had been kicked out. With plenty of haws and sloes around this autumn, I soon came across someone picking the latter, who told me that the runners had passed 10 minutes earlier (not a good sign as I had started only 5 minutes or so late!). 
Eventually I caught up with Jaws and the Shorts near the long-short split, at which stage , the drops reverted to expectations. Regular communication with Jaws kept me going until Kingsand where Mystic Meg & Hide & Seek were leading the Longs – as it turned out along a false trail. I was able to take the lead up a long false, apparently without a false, until it was pointed out that it was marked in a pile of maize silage outside a recently harvested maize field (back to the ‘mellow fruitfulness’ theme); I was told that I would have known to look out for it , if I had had the courtesy to attend the briefing!
Jaws did mention that the trail might qualify him for their retention of the ‘Too Much Tarmac’ Award at this stage. We all kept going with the longs keeping together, until we reached what we thought was the long run-in up the road back to the start. Rubberlegs and Too Posh, however, appeared from a footpath to the right, insisting that the longs needed to go inside the field. The longs were a bit hesitant, but there was a marked contraflow system in operation which B & M ably led us round. There were even typed out instructions at key points on this final loop – a first for L2H3? Forest & Biscuits paid the price for leaving the rest of the longs behind on the long haul up the road and missed the final loop.
Other news from the shorts were Paddington’s problems with a stile, but she still managed to get back with Pantyhose just after the longs. Thanks to the hares for a run which pushed us, with many moaning about being too hot for October (apparently the hottest start to the month for 12 years) – again following the ‘mellow’ theme.
The esteemed RA, Invisible Man, awarded down-downs to the hares Jaws & Hotbottom (who also completed 1150 runs) and hash prat to Hornby for a parking violation (apparently at Penlee, one is not supposed to go straight into a parking place, but go to the opposite end and come back!?!!??).

A select group turned up for the first JMs hare of the dog run since 
covid which seems to be on the rise again with I’m Free, Eastern Promise, Carnage and Foo Foo all stricken hope to see them back soon.
The weather as at the AGM was kind to us as we set off with a bit of a tarmac pad at the early part of the run, an early bid for the too much tarmac award, before trails through fields  woods and Cothele tracks a short way along a stream and on home.

At the Capenter Arms there were down downs for the hares Godmother, Whingeing-Pom, and  Potbelly.  A down down also for B&M for being unable to tell the difference between an S and an L at the long short split.
With multiple hares everyone took home a raffle prize but some were happier than others.

Thanks to Withane for sending out the annual stats if anyone hasn’t received them or can’t open the email let us know and we will get them to you somehow.

 Hash cash is taking names and menu choices for the Christmas Dinner to be held on January 21st at Horizon Farm.

Firstly thanks to B&M and his mismanagement for a successful year it will be a hard act to follow as B&Ms who has done less than 100 runs did a magificent job thoroughly deserving hasher of the year award.
The outgoing mismanagement laid a challanging run from Looe Mills layby through pleasant fields and then into the difficult terrain of highwood with rough scrub and multiple climbs. A welcome beer awaited us at the cars before driving to Trevelyan (many thanks to Get One Free) for the buisness of the AGM.
We were treated to a rare display of how to dress by the outgoing mismanagement wearing dinner jackets and bow ties and the hash mistresses donning their posh frocks.
A magnificent spread followed prepared and dished out by Er Indoors and Get One Free (a big thankyou to them) the vegetarians going first but there was more than enough for everone and seconds if you could manage it .
The hash awards came next with an Oscars theme with nominations to numerous to rememember and I can’t write that quick.
Hash Hero Sun Dodger For supplying discounted goods
Too much tarmac Jaws and Hotbottom
Young hasher of the year Brown Nose
Hare of the dog Snowdrops and Spin the Wheel
Hare of the year Godmother and Biscuits
Hasher of the year B&M  
Down Downs awarded to Er Indoors and Get One Free for their catering endeavors follwed by delicious puddings then announcement of the new mismmanagement and down downs for the retiring one thanks to them once again for the past year.

A day when the hash said a final farewell to our much loved and admired Grand Master, and as the scribe whose task it is to record the events I make no apology for putting my personal perspective on the day. As the hash gathered at Bodmin for Chopper’s funeral in a sombre mood it soon became apparent that it was going to be standing room only with many of us outside. I know that a large turnout can give some small measure of comfort to the family and I hope that this was the case. Two points in the ceremony that left a vivid impression on me and I must admit a tear in my eye. The first was the poem recited by Daisy May in memory of her grandfather said with tremendous courage and composure. The second was the eulogy given by Chopper’s longstanding Navy oppo, and partner in many hash adventures Wiggan Whippet. He recalled some of these escapades with a genuine warmth and affection that brilliantly illustrated why Tony was so special to so many people. Gone but not forgotten as the well known saying goes, and this was certainly the case at the wake where glasses were raised, and stories and photos about Chopper were in much evidence. 
On behalf of us all I thank the family for the hospitality at the Sportsman Arms and you are in our thoughts.

It was Chopper’s, and the families wish that the scheduled hash for the evening should go ahead and whilst most of us were in the warm scoffing food spare a thought for The Bard and Scarlet Moggie who were out on the moor in the wind and rain laying the trail. Before the hash started I noticed two strange occurrences in the car park. One Hornby was already there indeed the first to arrive, instead of his usual arrival time halfway through a hash, and the second incident was Invisible Man’s car alarm went off luckily he was visible at the time and I spotted him sitting in the driving seat so either he was stealing his own car of suffering some technical malfunction. One swallow doth not a summer make and lets hope two hashers in woolly hats doth not a winter make, for indeed two sensible hashers wore the first woolly hats of the Autumn. After the shivering through the briefing it was a relief to set off, where we found a twisting unpredictable trail with many checks (impressively all perfect circles) as we have come to expect from these experienced hares with one bear trap so to speak of four drops and a false, aimed at front runners Forest who was not at the hash, and Hornby who missed the trap completely, leaving B&M to stumble into it. Hornby with a great sense of duty carried the hash horn around the trial even though it was unserviceable, a case of seen but not heard. With the wintry weather and the rapidly failing light it was a relief to see the home sign marking the last Monday evening run of the hash year. This is also your humble scribe’s last scribble, as a new Hon Sec and Mismanagement take over the reins at the A.G.M on Saturday may they have a fair wind at their backs and plain sailing..

On Down:
Held at the Manor House Inn thanks to them once again it was an extension of the first wake with photos and tales about Chopper circulating.
The hares had organised pasties, and once again The Manor house served them up piping hot which was exactly what was required on such a cold evening.
The money raised by the raffle was donated to Shelter Box for Ukraine the total raised was £110 well done everyone

Down Downs and Misdemeanours:
Hares: The Bard and Scarlet Moggie they did not have a down down the money was instead donated to Shelter Box.
Darcy Bussell for completing the Truro Half Marathon the previous day in a PB.
Wiggan Whippet & Sniffer: who celebrated their Golden Wedding at the weekend ( I hear there is photographic evidence going the rounds showing just how much Wiggan Whippet did Celebrate) many congratulations to you both.

Other items/comments:
There are plenty of bald spots after the A.G.M that need filling.
Now the web page is the hub of the hash, web spider needs an understudy who is willing to learn the dark arts of the web, so someone can stand in for her and eventually take over the job.

On a day peppered with heavy showers the hash was fortunate indeed to avoid any rain during the evenings outing. Mystic Meg spoke the words of wisdom which generally speaking your scribe finds enters one ear of the hash and exits the other ear without overly bothering the little grey cells that are reputed to reside between said ears. A notable exception to this inattention is if a bull gets mentioned, when I imagine a primitive survival instinct kicks in and you can almost see the ears pricking up, straining to catch what could be information vital to self preservation. Anyway our fears were allayed as the hare testified to the fact they were both hale and hearty fellows, of a very amiable disposition, who we may or may not meet, as Mystic Meg advised us she could not be positive as to their whereabouts.
I know I often bang on about bulls but honestly as a literary windfall they are priceless, and you can’t look a gift horse in the mouth so to speak.
From the start the longs looped out through fields to join the shorts as the trail reached Draynes Common where many checks and false trails were encountered making finding the trail a worthy challenge for the pack, and at times it seemed for the hares. Two visiting hashers Nose Job & Running Nose ( former L2H3 hashers you can leave but you can’t check out ) did a great job as front runners in the absence of some of our normal culprits. Hash Horn did eventually appear but I have not recently heard the dulcet tones of the hunting horn calling to the pack. Is this some technical issue or could my hearing be failing me. 
With the light rapidly fading making the spotting of holes and boulders a bit tricky the home arrow was a welcome sight, a great run out, across a landscape with great views and evidence of human activity for thousands of years from cairns to a medieval transhumance hut.
Next weeks hash is being run on the day of Chopper’s funeral it will be an extension of the wake, and a time to recall the good times and celebrate the life of Tony a much loved man and a life well lived. Our thoughts are with his nearest and dearest.

On Down:
Held at The St Neot Social Club the first challenge was getting there and for this I and several others have to thank Kiss Me, who must have felt like the pied piper of Hamlin as a long line of cars followed in her wake as she left the farm. Our confidence in Kiss Me was not misplaced and she guided us as surely as any St Bernard to alcoholic sustenance.
Thanks once again to The St Neot Social Club for their hospitality

Down Downs and Misdemeanours:
Hares : Mystic Meg & Falsie a high five to you both.
Hash Prat: In recent weeks it seems to have been the in vogue fashion dress for hares, this week is no exception, though I thought Sun Dodger the holder of the title took rather too much glee in passing on the t- shirt to Mystic Meg for unintended misdirection of the hash.

Other items/comments:
Due to a typo ( Hide ‘N Seeks email incorrect ) the new Hash Directory has been reprinted so the message from Wigan Whippet is to bin the one one issued two weeks ago, and get a new copy from him. 
Next weeks hash the raffle money will be donated to Shelter Box I hear some quality prizes are on offer so lets open up the wallets and purses.
If you want a Pasty at the On Down don’t forget to order from Scarlet Moggie
It may be handy to have a head torch next week.

A fine warm sunny evening greeted us at Trenodden Farm as we gathered for the briefing by Hide’n Seek and Sun Dodger. Having reported on many of these talks this year I have noticed the hash adopts the look of the passengers on a plane as the flight attendants churn out the emergency info such as exits, life jacket stowage, and putting your head between your knees to kiss your ass good-by. However this glazed over, pretending to listen but not really uploading the data countenance vanished, to one of concern at the mention of a grumpy bull, followed by relief as it was revealed that grumpy was no longer at large. In fact he was incarcerated in a stall overlooking the briefing and did indeed look grumpy, though whether this was because he had been removed from his ladies to accommodate the leisure pursuits of humans, or he overheard Sun Dodger calling him grumpy we will never know.
On setting off the hash indulged in some aimless wandering about before finding the scent then followed the trail through fields that gave some stunning views across SE Cornwall and on up into Devon. The hares had provided a challenging trail through the scenic landscape with some very steep climbs, non grumpy if lively cows, and with what some could consider slightly underhand the laying of four drops, before the false, quickly dashing the euphoria of shouting ” four on on. ” A most enjoyable outing was had by all as we returned in the fading light, a sign summer is leaving us although at times this year I am not sure it really arrived.

On Down:
Held at The Sportsman’s Arms Menheniot.
Thanks to them once again for putting up with us and the excellent cheesy chips. Thanks once again to Hornby for stepping in as RA.

Down Downs and Misdemeanours:
Hares: Hide’N Seek & Sun Dodger here’s to you two 
Milestone: You’r Nikked 25 runs well done you, and congratulations on getting married on Saturday.
Hash Pratt: Sun Dodger I did not grasp the reason for this award, but I don’t think it was payback by Hornby the stand in RA, on Sun Dodger who has this year dished out a few misdemeanours Hornby’s way this year.

Before the briefing tribute was paid to our much loved and respected Grand Master Chopper who died early Sunday morning. He will be sorely missed by everyone. Then a minute’s silence was held where we were asked to remember the good times we had shared with Tony and on completion of the silence a round of applause to celebrate a life well lived. All our thoughts are with his family at this difficult time, RIP Tony.

A very subdued Hash set off after the briefing by Brown Nose to the inevitable climb from St Neot up to the moorland above the village with its many trails causing the pack some head scratching and difficulty finding the trail. This difficulty was compounded by some laissez faire with the normal accepted rules of L2H3 with several infractions most notable of which was at least six drops to one false trail. Still it was all grist to the mill, and one of the younger hounds gave an impressive performance in finding the scent and calling out the checks and drops like a seasoned hasher. As if showing us how it should be done was not enough for the young Henry, he then ran past us up a very steep incline that reduced the rest of us to a slow crawl, and he did not even seem to be breathing heavily. 
I feel at this juncture it would be remiss of your scribe, not to mention the quality of fare provided by the hares at the treasure stop a fine selection of confectionery and in ample numbers so as to remove any guilt about having a third sweet, in case a later arrival would find the cupboard bare.

On Down:
Held at the St Neot Social Club with some really cheap ale on offer to finish off the kegs from the days beerfest, thanks to them once again.

The RA called the hash to order, and in honour of a lost comrade asked the hash to stand, raise their glasses, and drink a toast to Chopper.

Down Downs and Misdemeanours:
Hares: Brown Nose, Get One Free, & Sniffer Here’s to you three.
Henry: given his hash name of Mountain Goat, a big high five to you.
Sniffer: hash pratt t-shirt for playing fast and loose with the accepted rules of L2H3 sawdust distribution. The other two hares in the opinion of the RA (which is all that matters) escaped a down down due to mitigating circumstances.

The main goal of the hash was to get everyone back to the pub in time to take full advantage of the happy hour this box was ticked in a resounding manner. Through the lovely pastures of Ford Farm, both longs and shorts sniffed out the trail as one pack. On reaching Rosecraddock Woods the shorts followed the trail through the woods fording the river in two places before returning through, some dense shrubbery to return on the hour in an impressive example of hashing.  
The longs once the shorts had left them to their own devices seemed to spend ages running about up their own backsides free styling, but seemed to enjoy it all the same, and eventually arrived in the woods to complete the trail. ( All be it with dry feet by missing the river crossing, not doubt the clock ticking down to the end of happy hour looming large in their minds.)
What did we think of the hash rubbish!!!
What did we think of the on down brilliant!!!

On Down:
Held at The Market Inn St Cleer thanks to them for hosting us once again, and the happy two hours of half price beverages.

Down Downs and Misdemeanours:
Hares: B&M, Spin the Wheel, Your Nikked & Snowdrops.
Milestones; Biscuits 250 hashes a big high five.
Godmother a birthday girl next week 
Misdemeanours; Hornby for bemoaning he missed his pudding due to the early start.

Any other details:
This week the run report has been written on the web page to test the new system so its ready if its adopted at the AGM. 
If anyone would like to give it go next week and write a run report let me know.

The run of fine Monday evenings after a wet weekend continued as the hash gathered for the briefing by I’m Three. He invited the hash to stand in a huge puddle, almost a pond in fact to hear his words of wisdom, an invite the assembly refused by huddling around the edge of the watery expanse in, as would become evident later in the run a vain attempt to keep dry feet. We recently had a hash where one word tussocks summed the run up, in this instance your scribe needs two words namely stingy and scratchy with lots of nettles, brambles and stubble ( my legs felt like they were on fire all night ). The hash set off in different directions with the longs on a loop out before rejoining the shorts for the first time. We were treated to some magnificent views of Sharp Tor and the high ground of Bodmin Moor, and to the east up towards Dartmoor all in the late evening light food for the soul indeed. Unfortunately the sense of wellbeing was fleeting as the hares had directed the trail down shiggy alley, a long stretch of mire with no escape route. At this point your scribes shoelace decided to unravel leaving a choice between losing a shoe. tripping over the lace, or tieing up the offending lace covered in oozing slimy mud. ( I remember an old film where the Gods on Olympus visited misfortune on mortals for their amusement, I daresay the had a good chuckle at my dilemma) Worthy of mention was how how agreeable it was that a veritable herd of young people had joined the hash, dashing about like duracell bunnies full of energy and enthusiasm as a contrast to our usual rather plodding progression. The hares had done us proud lots of checks, great views and the puddle/pond shunned at the brief now served as a shoe washing opportunity how things change in a short time.

On Down:
At the Manor House Rilla Mill thanks to them ( lovely pint of Bass) and they took the sensible precaution of closing early before we got too rowdy.

Down Downs and Misdemeanours:
Hares: Eastern Promise and I’m Three, great hash you have won the shiggy of the year award hands down.
Scarlet Moggy for updating the web page now a thing of beauty

A special occasion namely Panty Hose’s birthday saw this week’s hash moved from Monday evening to the usual winter time of 11am on Sunday. Thankfully Saturdays gale, which in a master class of understatement 
I heard described as unseasonably strong winds, had blown through leaving Looe looking rather splendid at high tide in the sunshine. (maybe it’s the sun that could be labelled unseasonable)
Once the briefing was concluded the longs and shorts were despatched in diametrically opposite directions with I thought, a distinct spring in their step, the cause of which could either have been the the the lovely streets of Looe or they had the scent of free drink and food in their nostrils ( I will leave it to you the readers, to come to a judgement on this matter) To the bemusement of the many visitors enjoying the sea air  the pack threaded through them dashing along the promenade receiving surprisingly little banter and abuse and for once no small child joined in and showed us a clean pair of heels. The trail then showed its teeth by directing us up one almighty climb to the top of West Looe whereby the spring in the step had definitely left the building. At this juncture I feel it would be churlish not to mention the the legion of hares who kept us on the straight and narrow they seemed to be omnipresent, it put me in mind of when the stokers 
liberated some rabbits from a local petting zoo and released them on the ship, everywhere you went there was a pair of rabbit eyes staring back at you. Well done to all the hares and Whingeing Pom who I understand acted as a consultant, (usually consultants  charge a fortune to state the obvious) I am sure that was not the case in this instance.
To the main event of the day a keg of ale presented to Panty Hose by the hash for his birthday and a wonderful buffet of food provided by Paddinton & Panty Hose for their guests. Paddington asked me to thank you all for the many good wishes, and the salads and desserts you brought to the party. The hash were in full enjoyment mode, a wonderful sight to behold, weary legs forgotten as they set the drinking club part of their remit. A memorable day thanks to all who made it possible, especially the birthday boy.
Down Downs
Hares: Panty Hose, Paddington. Esme, Chipmunk, Yapalot, Pretty in Pink, Josh, & Nom de Plume.
Virgin hashers: Ellie & Ollie 
A big high five for you all.

Hornby and Sniffer gave us a hash on the high moor from Bolventor that can be summed up by one adjective namely “ Tussocks”. These clumps of marshy grass are particularly difficult to navigate especially with the summer growth, and cattle leaving deep invisible holes in the soft soil, both boxes that had been well and truly ticked by the Hares. Having had a long acquaintance with tussocks, your correspondent has often wondered why in the lexicon of extreme sports they do not feature more prominently. I would wager that after 10 miles of tussocks competitors would be longing to run in death valley, or pull a sledge to the South Pole, and other such feats of human endurance, rather than face one more clump of grass. The pack set off on the conclusion of the briefing to the first long short split, whereby the longs to their delight, encountered a fish hook so had to trudge all the way back to the long short split, and on the way negotiate for the second time a stile that had a coefficient of friction so low as to render staying upright virtually impossible.
The open moorland then beckoned with the checks providing a real challenge to find the trail on the open terrain, and along with the tussocks reduced the whole pack to walkers for long periods. The hares took us up to the top of Tolborough Tor and with the evening light, as the sun dropped behind Bronn Wennili, (hill of the swallows) gave us atmospheric views across Bodmin Moor. In one last twist of the knife, towards the end of the hash the hares had found a mother lode of shiggy, which after tripping, I was sure Snowdrops was going to become intimately acquainted with, but somehow she defied the laws of physics and gravity managed to remain upright much to the disappointment of the onlookers.
On Down
Held at the Kings Head Five Lanes the first time for several years, thanks to them.
The Hon Sec stood in as makeshift RA, so rather poor fare compared to the usual On Downs.
However B&M did take the opportunity to remind one and all that the AGM is fast approaching, and a new mismanagement team will be needed come September. On the plus side the RA bagged the first raffle prize out of the yellow bag ( let’s hope the unlucky green bag has been lost) and Hash Cash had minimum outlay ( A pound saved is equivalent to two earned)
Down Downs
Hares: Hornby & Sniffer Here’s to you two a splendid hash.

Our recent visits to Bodmin Moor had proved somewhat challenging on the weather front and the portents earlier in the day indicated the hash may be in for yet another ‘’character building’’ outing. It was with some relief that come the appointed hour at Minions, the weather had finally relented and the hash was greeted by a fine sunny evening with panoramic views. 
Forest and Hide N Seek had laid a course that certainly made the hash work to find the trail, with many checks on open moorland and some very long false tracks ( a trademark of Hide N Seek). It was slow going following the trail so the solution seemed to be just run in a direction perceived collectively to be the right way, despite any evidence of minor things like small heaps of sawdust ( as it was obviously the way but the hares had been very remiss and neglected to lay any sawdust). Eventually it did dawn on the hash that maybe, just maybe they were headed in the wrong direction this happened a number of times not just the once. Einstein, apart from giving the world the theory of relativity, had a quote for most occasions, in this case, ‘’The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result’’ would seem to fit the bill.
However the hares were not entirely blameless as we came to a three way split, Long Short and W ( which our recent hosts in Mijas called a word that rhymes with bankers). It has to be recorded that the long arrow was at least 30 degrees away from pointing to where the actual trail went. I mention this not to castigate the hares, but to warn you all not to part with any cash if either of the hares offer you a treasure map. Anyway I digress.
In the case of the longs, knowing how we all love limboing  through prickly undergrowth, with a good boggy section, whilst negotiating steep ups and downs strewn with sharp rocks and massive boulders ( or as I overheard one of our number utter the phrase’’ a real hash’’) the hares had saved the best for last. 
On Down: Once again at the Wheal Tor Hotel with its excellent cheesy chips and good beer.
Down Downs:
Hares: Forest & Hide N Seek Here’s to you two, top job.
We had a guest appearance from Little Miss Tipsy doing her old job of pulling out the raffle tickets but thankfully not mine sweeping the venue as was apparently her forte in the past.

In these days of strife with the devil take the hindmost, and monetary gain seems to be the ultimate goal across the board, hashing stands out as an embodiment of the older and more gentle values of one for all and all for one – the motto of Cornwall. Where else could you contact two complete strangers out of the blue in Spain and in no time at all they had organised for us a full weekend of drinking, eating and hashing, it’s quite extraordinary if you stop to think about it.

The weekend consisted of a pub crawl on Friday night, (needless to say it got messy ) a trip up into the mountains to the lakes on Saturday with a picnic, and on Sunday a pool to pool hash with BBQ in Campo Mijas. It was a one hell of a weekend and we thank all of those who made it so, especially  Sir Lee Marvin of Malaga H3 and STTI of Mijas H3. It’s not possible to document a blow by blow account of the events ( or maybe I am too lazy ) and it gets very hazy at times, but my most abiding impression is the lovely people of all three hashes and how after a couple of drinks it was like we had all known each other for years. As the poor unfortunate whose task has been to organise stuff this year my greatest reward is seeing hashers with the ”enjoy yourself throttle” pushed to the stops, having a great time. 

Pub Crawl with both hashes, Starting at The famous sherry bar and ending at the now infamous Dutch bar with its pub games including a Spin The Wheel that so fascinated Pudding Tits that with the powers invested in me as Hon Sec her new hash name is Spin the Wheel. 

Saturday a coach ride to Malaga lakes, a quite challenging trail with steep climbs through pine forests with a welcome dip in the lake to cool off, as it was a trifle warm  followed by a super picnic and an On Down of many songs.

Sunday The pool to pool Hash Mijas.

Here is the link  to the Mijas hash report which says it all. https://www.mijash3.com/run-reports-2023/2023/7/10/run-1867-16-july-2023-pool-run

Finally a big high five for Malaga City, a huge traffic free area to wander around a great beach, plenty of stuff to see and places to eat and drink, and it’s all kept spotless.

Now I am sitting in the garden wondering how the hell I am going to forge a few words together to describe, and give the essence of this year’s hash camp. Then my eye fell on amongst all the detritus of the BBQs etc, a box of french red wine abandoned by its rightful owner. My mind immediately turned to some of the literary greats Dyllyn Thomas, Jeffrey Bernad, Bernard Shaw, Oscar Wilde, and the romantic poets such as Byron and Shelly who produced their masterpieces whilst absolutely off their tits on mind enhancing substances. You  are properly ahead of me, yes I quaffed the few glasses left and awaited literary genius to hove into view, sad to say there was no sign of it so you will have to endure my usual scribbling. I shall record as it stuck in my mind not as a blow by blow account of events.

Thanks to the Mismanagement crew, to Wigan Whippet, and Sundodger for organising the catering  and much more, also Brown Nose for helping with the BBQ ( a future Hon Sec if ever I saw one), and Pudding Tits who is cleaning the BBQs as I write. To all who  brought and sorted out the cakes and tea, to Potbelly and Withanne for the beer gazebo. The biggest high five goes to all of you who were able to attend, the sight of the Hash steaming across the countryside in search of the drops, and of you enjoying each other’s company whilst being pretty hammered, was  ample reward.

The first run, which was under the constraint of getting back to camp before the pasties got cold, started at  Peter Tavy. Honestly you could not make it up mismanagement went  to great lengths to hunt down some shiggy, only instead of a landowner keeping us to the footpath ( where is a farmer with a shotgun when you need him ) a delightful farmer  diverted the delicate flowers of the longs, through their yard to avoid the mire. Horby excepted who in the true spirit of hashing embraced the shiggy and completed the course as laid well done. The timing was spot on all arriving back at camp as Wigan Whippet appeared with the steaming hot pasties.

The second run started at The Fox and Hounds territory well known to our senior members. The shorts and longs were separated by a valley so the longs made a fine spectacle from my perspective with the shorts, streaming across the moor opposite us. Someone who shall remain nameless said the number of calls of arrow from the longs suggested that the Apache were on the warpath. The Fox and Hounds did us proud with good food and ale promptly served, and a warm welcome. We gathered round the memorial bench to Ginge, a L2H3 hasher who sadly passed away on hash camp, for a group photo to send to his relatives.

The Third run from Pork Hill car park  zig zagged around the numerous paths in the area. The longs were directed towards Cox Tor and through a culvert under a road, an invitation that those strong of back and knee took up, where they joined with the shorts for the run home. Special mention for Capt’n Oates who led the shorts for a while being the only one seeming able to spot a pile of sawdust, and to Panty Hose and Paddington who completed the short trail and negotiated a tricky crossing of the leet.

Personal highlights:
Putting up Hide and Seek’s tent in a howling gale with pegs that would not tether a reasonably fit hamster. All hands turned out and it must have looked like the Keystone Cops from afar.
The shirts of many colours stag party at the Fox and Hounds, one of them was trying to stick his male appendage in the grooms ear, where upon Pudding Tits informed the assailant it was not very big, the riposte was it’s bigger than yours, a slam dunk for the young man methinks.
The ducks bless their little fluffy heads.( except for the one who should be on the sexual offenders list ) To see the youngsters and families enjoying the camping life with its freedom and comradery. 
The brilliant staff, nothing was too much trouble for them, and a great campsite, the accommodation and facilities spotless.
The lately  discovered wild swimming opportunity in the River Tavy cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey ( derived from Navy speak as so many common expressions are )  If I had not tripped on a boulder I would still only be up to my knees shouting it’s freezing,
Rangi falling over and blaming Biscuits for pushing him,
Snowdrops with a demo of what hardcore hashing is all about.
Whingeing Pom only mentioned proper job once, and set about the tribute with gusto.

Great to have C5, and Mr and Mrs Blobby from Berkshire with us again ( C5 who I heard on one hash saying he’s getting a bit old and for the long and will decide which he will do  at the first long, short split. The next time I saw him he was passing the shorts with  the  long front runners  on the home straight).  Hustling of the first order, don’t play him at poole for money.  

The lovely old world Peter Tavy Inn, for the GMs dinner, you sorely missed Chopper. May your chocks be away and the whirly things give you lift off to fly amongst us soon.

Great times with great people that will live in the memory.

The first run, which was under the constraint of getting back to camp before the pasties got cold, started at  Peter Tavy. Honestly you could not make it up mismanagement went  to great lengths to hunt down some shiggy, only instead of a landowner keeping us to the footpath ( where is a farmer with a shotgun when you need him ) a delightful farmer  diverted the delicate flowers of the longs, through their yard to avoid the mire. Horby excepted who in the true spirit of hashing embraced the shiggy and completed the course as laid well done. The timing was spot on all arriving back at camp as Wigan Whippet appeared with the steaming hot pasties.

The second run started at The Fox and Hounds territory well known to our senior members. The shorts and longs were separated by a valley so the longs made a fine spectacle from my perspective with the shorts, streaming across the moor opposite us. Someone who shall remain nameless said the number of calls of arrow from the longs suggested that the Apache were on the warpath. The Fox and Hounds did us proud with good food and ale promptly served, and a warm welcome. We gathered round the memorial bench to Ginge, a L2H3 hasher who sadly passed away on hash camp, for a group photo to send to his relatives.

The Third run from Pork Hill car park  zig zagged around the numerous paths in the area. The longs were directed towards Cox Tor and through a culvert under a road, an invitation that those strong of back and knee took up, where they joined with the shorts for the run home. Special mention for Capt’n Oates who led the shorts for a while being the only one seeming able to spot a pile of sawdust, and to Panty Hose and Paddington who completed the short trail and negotiated a tricky crossing of the leet.

Personal highlights:
Putting up Hide and Seek’s tent in a howling gale with pegs that would not tether a reasonably fit hamster. All hands turned out and it must have looked like the Keystone Cops from afar.
The shirts of many colours stag party at the Fox and Hounds, one of them was trying to stick his male appendage in the grooms ear, where upon Pudding Tits informed the assailant it was not very big, the riposte was it’s bigger than yours, a slam dunk for the young man methinks.
The ducks bless their little fluffy heads.( except for the one who should be on the sexual offenders list ) To see the youngsters and families enjoying the camping life with its freedom and comradery. 
The brilliant staff, nothing was too much trouble for them, and a great campsite, the accommodation and facilities spotless.
The lately  discovered wild swimming opportunity in the River Tavy cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey ( derived from Navy speak as so many common expressions are )  If I had not tripped on a boulder I would still only be up to my knees shouting it’s freezing,
Rangi falling over and blaming Biscuits for pushing him,
Snowdrops with a demo of what hardcore hashing is all about.
Whingeing Pom only mentioned proper job once, and set about the tribute with gusto.

Great to have C5, and Mr and Mrs Blobby from Berkshire with us again ( C5 who I heard on one hash saying he’s getting a bit old and for the long and will decide which he will do  at the first long, short split. The next time I saw him he was passing the shorts with  the  long front runners  on the home straight).  Hustling of the first order, don’t play him at poole for money.  

The lovely old world Peter Tavy Inn, for the GMs dinner, you sorely missed Chopper. May your chocks be away and the whirly things give you lift off to fly amongst us soon.

Great times with great people that will live in the memory.

In these days of strife with the devil take the hindmost, and monetary gain seems to be the ultimate goal across the board, hashing stands out as an embodiment of the older and more gentle values of one for all and all for one the motto of Cornwall. Where else could you contact two complete strangers out of the blue in Spain and in no time at all they had organised for us a full weekend of drinking, eating and hashing, it’s quite extraordinary if you stop to think about it.

The weekend consisted of a pub crawl on Friday night, (needless to say it got messy ) a trip up into the mountains to the lakes on Saturday with a picnic, and on Sunday a pool to pool hash with BBQ in Campo Mijas. It was a one hell of a weekend and we thank all of those who made it so, especially  Sir Lee Marvin of Malaga H3 and STTI of Mijas H3. It’s not possible to document a blow by blow account of the events ( or maybe I am too lazy ) and it gets very hazy at times, but my most abiding impression is the lovely people of all three hashes and how after a couple of drinks it was like we had all known each other for years. As the poor unfortunate whose task has been to organise stuff this year my greatest reward is seeing hashers with the ”enjoy yourself throttle” pushed to the stops, having a great time. 

Pub Crawl with both hashes, Starting at The famous sherry bar and ending at the now infamous Dutch bar with its pub games including a Spin The Wheel that so fascinated Pudding Tits that with the powers invested in me as Hon Sec her new hash name is Spin the Wheel. 

Saturday a coach ride to Malaga lakes, a quite challenging trail with steep climbs through pine forests with a welcome dip in the lake to cool off, as it was a trifle warm  followed by a super picnic and an On Down of many songs.

Sunday The pool to pool Hash Mijas.

Here is the link  to the Mijas hash report which says it all. https://www.mijash3.com/run-reports-2023/2023/7/10/run-1867-16-july-2023-pool-run

Finally a big high five for Malaga City, a huge traffic free area to wander around a great beach, plenty of stuff to see and places to eat and drink, and it’s all kept spotless.