Ten intrepid hashers made up the TVH3 contingent. Namely, Barney (the mover and shaker), Mr. and Mrs. DoDo, Ernie, Spike, Dogcatcher (arrived late), Lady of Pleasure, Swallow, Uncle and Luffly.
Our journeys to Bideford were mostly without mishap except for Spike who spied a Dragon to be Slain!! The venue was Bideford rugby pitch which has a very small and tight vehicular entrance. Barney showed off impressive manoeuvres according to Uncle whilst Luffly preferred a reverse entry.

Uncles tent erection was slow and precise, Luffly’s very fast and DoDo didn’t have one. Swallow and Lady of Pleasure came together with a 12 man erection-hoping for several but ended up with Barney!

The weekend commenced with a Red Dress Run. Now you would think we would be good at this but Ernie had to be dressed by Mrs. DoDo in a cutsey Baby Doll affair and Spike had to be held down by Barney and done up by Luffly whilst he screeched that his hairs were getting caught!! Perhaps its time you had a back.,sac and crack? Apparently he wanted to call for emergency help after the nights antics but couldn’t with his arms stuck over his head.

Pirates on the Run!
What a day, mill pond seas, blue skies and 100 Pirates running a moch on the Island, with plenty of grog at the Tavern. It was the Shipping Forecast Hash inaugural run and Spike reports seeing a few Dogger Banks. Our very own Dogcatcher played the Last Post at the top of The Lighthouse whilst Spike represented the Somali pirates. The only cloud on this beautiful day was that the Ship ran out of beer!! Nothing to do with Dogcatcher propping up the bar all the way home!

Sunday dawned grey, and threatened rain but our religious advisor prayed for a good run and more beer! We hashed a meandering route to Appledore and there was more beer!! Spike acquired a pair of highhealed shoes on route. Not sure whether they might complement his dress or he is looking for his Cinderella?
Barney thought the hares had done the route just for him when he found B’s marking the hash, bless! Uncle introduced a virgin hasher Trollette. She stuck close to Uncle except when she was supping ale…A name soon, Luffly liked Trollopee`? Swallow and Lof P dried off their tops in the Ladies when L of P wondered what the smell was. We discovered then the L of P had not washed for 3 days on account of running and getting sweaty each day!!! Uncle and Spike kept disappearing and turning off their phones during the weekend. Spotted later at the bar gazing into each others eyes!!

The evening disco started with the Lundy quiz tiebreaker. Our very own Mr and Mrs DoDo won!! We celebrated by partying on DoDo,s bed sharing their quiz loot. Can I be on your team next year?