Tuesday 17th February 2026 Run no. 2218 Location: Eastcliff Car Park Teignmouth

Tuesday 17^th February 2026

Run no. 2218

Location: Eastcliff Car Park Teignmouth

On-downs: The Jolly Brise (Spoons)

Hare: Hole-in-One

Who wuz there: Whizz, Gromit, Abzorba, Mint, Tesco’s Finest, Dicksack, Cinders, Miss Whiplash, No Butt, Mouthful, Blackadder, Mr Bump, Hole in One.

I think Abzorba summed up last night’s hash in his comments in the group Whatsapp chat where he reflected “I might find it difficult to get out on a run, I never regret having done so,” and after the shenanigans of Holey’s trail through Teignmouth in the driving rain, I’m sure everyone in attendance would agree.

A ‘Shelter in place’ order seemed to be appropriate for those in the car park on arrival, the driving rain and temperature of 4° forcing hashers to stay in their warm, cosy vehicles until the last moment – apart from Abzorba who has a habit of wandering around car parks but there’s always one.

We huddled like Emperor penguins in the lee of No Butt’s campervan and despite being the driver of said van, Mouthful was forced into a position on the outer rim of the ring, regretting his choice of shorts. Tesco’s Finest called us to order and with everyone wanting to warm up, she quickly got on with the briefing to such an extent that she cut Blackadder off who was in full flow about the AGPU catering arrangements. The theme for the hash was ‘pancakes’ as it was Shrove Tuesday but the weather clearly had put people off from running with a pan and flour/egg/milk mixture. Holey gave us the hash ‘deets’ – 3.7 miles in total, sweety stop if you dare and a couple of those pesky fishhook thingys.

On on out of the car park and straight into Mules Park (never knew it was called that, thanks Google Maps!) and started splashing through the mud and puddles. Holey had thrown in a number of checks which was fun and as a consequence I was privileged to watch Mint take a short cut down a grass bank that ended with him skidding and pirouetting on one leg before landing safely on the path. Given that the current Winter Olympics are in progress, it would have attracted a score of 6.8 from the judges and an appreciative ripple of applause from the crowd.

No Butt and Blackadder were chatting about the state of shoes after last weeks hash and how long it takes to wash and dry them when No Butt dropped the bombshell that she’d given Mouthful a ‘shoe drier’ as a gift. Wait, what?! A shoe drier? This was a revelation to me; I knew ski lodges had boot warmers but didn’t know these were domestically available. And there was more to come – apparently it has a ‘deodorising’ function as well! She didn’t elaborate as to what level Mouthful’s shoes had this feature set on, you can guess.

Somewhere around /// clip.master.factoring (thank you W3W), a long/short split sent the shorts off downhill and I thought “this is going to be a short trail as we’re heading back towards the car park now.” Wrong-oh. The trail took us downhill and we emerged onto tarmac via Eastcliff Walk where we saw the hare and Miss Whiplash ( I could tell it was her from 200 yards away, those saucy reflective bands on the bottom of her bell-bottom waterproof leggings reflecting in my headtorch), then dived down the steps by the Canoe club building and then directly onto the seafront, squinting at the rough seas thanks to the wind and driving rain.

It was a bracing trot along the sea wall towards the Den and then things got interesting as the waves were throwing spray up over the wall and across the path. I tried to avoid getting wet by attempting to time sprints between the waves but my limited grasp of geography was exposed ( grade B at O level) resulting in me being barely able to see out of my left eye or hear anything out of my left ear by the time the spray had drenched me on multiple occasions, much to the obvious delight of Blackadder who was shrieking behind me, until she too ended up getting soaked by a lot more than just spray, much to the obvious delight of No Butt who was shrieking just as much behind her.

After a few hundred yards of wave dodging/drenching we arrived at the sweety stop which would have been a lovely spot on a normal evening, overlooking the sea at ///braked.ratty.scrolled . Holey was there with a bag of goodies and she took the sensible decision to back away from the salty maelstrom and dished out the treats near to the road, out of the range of the waves but still in the wind and rain, forcing Tesco’s Finest to shelter behind a BT comms cabinet to munch on her Fangtastics. I did look in the direction of The Point at some stage and saw headtorches bobbing towards us, turned out to be Mint and Abzorba who’d gone off trail and done their own thing for a while.

On on back towards Eastcliff via a plod past the Den and The Pavillions. It was along here that Blackadder and No Butt were holding a conversation that was much in the same spirit as Abzorba’s thoughts i.e. glad we did this, lots of fun although their comments included ‘I’ve had a salty shower/ it’s very moist’.

The trail took us back onto Eastcliff Walk then left past Teignmouth Lido and back into the car park. It took quite a while for us to peel off soggy clothes and get changed, steaming up the windows of the car. Blackadder did remark that she hoped the police didn’t turn up at this point.

It was a 100% turnout at Wetherspoons where we re-arranged tables in order to sit together and deliberately confuse the staff. Holey had taken the initiative and ordered pancakes, resulting in a few more orders being placed at the bar.

We didn’t worry about On-downs as Spoons isn’t conducive to such frivolities however Holey was warmly thanked for laying the trail, she assured us the weather was lovely earlier in the day. It wasn’t when we ran it but that’s the nature of hashing. A splendid evening and in making the effort to get out on a night like that we truly didn’t ‘regret having done so’.

Next Week : AGPU from the Park Inn Kingskerswell – hare: Cinders.

On on

Mr Bump.