July 2018 runs

1097. 2nd July - Shunter, The Barrel Inn, Bretton
1098. 9th July - Cpt. Colon, Devonshire Arms, Peak Forest
1099. 16th July - Rawhide, Shoulder of Mutton, Bradwell
1100.  23rd July - Fast Eddie, The Gate Inn, Overgreen
1101. 30th July - Desperado & Suyin, TBC

#1096 The Millstone, Hathersage

25th June 2018
Another superb midsummer hash laid out this time by Monty the dog and his faithful companion Will. Hathersage is a gem at any time but on a beautiful summer evening it is absolute heaven. Will had chosen some super paths through shady woods and across sunny fields where the hay lay cut and glistening. At times it looked as if we would reach the summit of Stanage or perhaps Higger Tor but then another check back would send us spinning down hill again. And above, the sky entranced with its clear blue and salmon and its cotton trails and everyone was in high spirits.
We had been promised a hash swim and everyone was keen to reach the water. “Are we there yet?” was the cry each time we crossed a stream or passed a puddle, and Desperate Dan even suggested a trough in a field might fit the bill. But at last the Mill Pond was in view and in a blink of an eye running tops were cast aside and all was splash and “Jeez, that's cold!”. Fast Eddy was first in but only just. What is it about Sheffield hashers and water? Trunks lived up to his name with a perfectly chosen pair of swimming pants, a sort of cross between a pair of curtains and a Californian beach barbeque. Soggy Bottom went for the frilly knicker look but only by accident, apparently.
Then someone rescued the semi submerged hash treat bag (nice touch, Will) and everyone was out on the bank again, shaking themselves off and devouring the delicious treats. What larks!
Off with us again and downhill towards the village before the midges could do their worst. Next stop Ali Bongo's bean patch where teams of hashers dashed here and there carrying water from the river to drench the thirsty veg. You don't get that in a Saunders Mountain Marathon.
So, happy home to the pub to enjoy a pint as the sun finally set. Anyone for a chorus of Jerusalem?
On on,
Captain Morgan

#1095 Packhorse Inn, Little Longstone

18th June 2018

The first England game of the World Cup was happily avoided by much of the Sheffield Hash, who set out from Little Longstone as Kane and Co. were enjoying their half-time oranges.

Discussing the footy. Or not...

At the HR - clearly H had just said something witty!

Certain hashers can't resist a wild swim, although Rawhide didn't live up to her name on this occasion. This was a cracking spot, wide, clear and relatively deep - I think I'll be back.

We paused to admire the view and take a quick group photo before heading back to the pub. Smiles all round from a very enjoyable evening (or perhaps expressions of nervous relief from surviving another cow encounter, I can't decide!!).

On On
Fast Eddie

We will remember them

On Sunday 8th July this year volunteers from Sheffield Hash House Harriers will run a 34 mile relay from Edale to Redmires (Sheffield), visiting 12 World War 1 memorials along the way, and laying a wreath at each. The relay will finish at Hill 60 - a training hill used by soldiers before they went to fight in the Great War.
The relay is to commemorate the 100th anniversary of World War One. We feel it is especially important in 2018 to remember those who gave their lives in the parishes where many of us live and work.
One of the memorials we will visit
We have been inspired by Simon Wright's “Do Something Extraordinary” challenge. 50% of the money raised will go to the Royal British Legion and 50% to Horseback UK.
To support us in our challenge visit our donation page.
Want to be involved in the challenge? Look out here for more details soon or contact Spiv.

#1093 The Day of the Triffids

The Packhorse Inn, High Green
4th June 2018

The Hash assembled under a cloudy sky, beginning the evening with the customary debate on whether a headtorch at what is almost a mid-summer hash was really necessary (spoiler: it is). Prof, after a short tussle with a metal post, succeeded in parking up and the hash was ready to depart.

We set off straight into the woods enjoying some nice trails, oblivious to the challenges ahead. After some time we came to the first patch of nettles, a carpet of young potent stingers standing waist high with a just narrow channel forged by our fearless hare. With much cursing we charged through, only to be faced with the next obstacle! The near vertical bank of mud was attacked with enthusiasm and after much slipping and sliding we all made it to the top. Apparently we could have just walked around it but where's the fun in that??

Winding through the forest and ducking the odd fallen tree we ventured through a clay shoot area where Prof, our resident recycler, was unable to resist the lure of a few unbroken clays. “I wonder if these might come in useful” he mused. I wonder…

Before long we arrived at the field of Triffids* we had been warned about. (*a cultural reference to the 1951 post-apocalyptic John Wyndham novel I admit had to be explained to me by a wiser, worldier hasher! Thanks Spiv). These man-eating plants spread as far as the eye could see, reaching almost 6 feet tall. Drawing wisdom from ancient english folklore “can’t go round it, can’t go over it, can’t go under it….have to go through it!” we dived into the undergrowth. Donning our pith helmets we hacked our way through the rapeseed jungle, opening the uncivilised lands beyond High Green to the British Empire. In a remarkable effort of uncharacteristically accurate navigation Chas had somehow managed to tramp blindly through the undergrowth to emerge directly in front of the stile. Bravo!
The Day of the Triffids
Brief respite as we waited for everyone to catch up - woe betide anyone who got lost alone in that field. A shape emerged, exiting the thicket “Ah, Dr Livingstone, I presume?” no, just Copper Job bringing up the rear.

Well the excitement was far from over as very soon we found our way blocked by a large herd of cows with calves huddled around the field exit. Lead by the fearless Uglyman we skirted past Daisy and her mates, successfully avoiding being stampeded by what turned out to be a very placid bunch.
As the daylight began to fade thoughts turned to the pub. A mutinous glance at a map confirmed we had a fair few kilometres left to go...but Captain Colon had more delights left in store for us. As is tradition for a Chas hash we were soon merrily running past a ‘Private Land’ sign...although in a turn of virtuousness he had actually asked permission this time! (Turns out the cheeky beggars had put the sign including “no horses please” on a public Bridleway!)

A turn through some more woods before quick descents along the edges of a couple more triffid fields - their poisonous tentacles doing their best to slow us up.

As the siren call of the pub sounded some of us without headtorches sped off through the half-darkness, at some point missing a left turn an ending up in a housing estate. No bother. Shortcutting through a few alleyways saw us back at the pub.

A great hash enjoyed by all (not least the bemused locals as we piled into the pub) with many a story to tell.

On on!

Fast Eddie

June 2018 runs

1093. 4th June - Cpt. Colon, Packhorse Inn, High Green
1094. 11th June - Desperado, The Crown Inn, Totley
1095. 18th June - Cpt. Morgan, Packhorse Inn, Little Longstone
1096.  25th June - Will, Millstone Inn, Hathersage

May 2018 runs

          7th May - Bank holiday
1091. 14th May - Sticky Shaft, The Grouse, Froggat
1092. 21st May - Uglyman, Duke William, Matlock
          28th May - Bank Holiday

#1088 The Cow & Calf, Grenoside

16th April 2018

A light night start in Grenoside! Approx. 20 of us  (there was talk of proper head counts being implemented), including the new to SH3 hasher ‘Eh Up’, headed out from the Cow and Calf. There were a couple of guilty pleas to charges of Fair-weather Hashing and then we were off.  Shunter suspiciously knew the direction and Chaz had already worked out his mutinous route.

Being more used to rural trails, the 3rd check at the end of the snicket / ginnel / passage way left us in the middle of some houses and predictably foxed,  Smittie was seen running in circles before we all headed toward the woods.  Mincer confidently led the charge into the woods before we stood around for 10 more mintues of second guessing, prompting an appearance by Skid Marks and a change of attire for Captain Morgan.

A steady incline led to a steady decline, over a bridge into a much complained about boggy field, before eventually climbing up the hill to the HR. A tragedy of timing meant that we missed Captain Morgan falling off the rope swing but many of us were salivating at the thought of Shunter doing the same when he tied a dodgy knot and re established said swing - I shot some video just in case.

Great snacks were enjoyed then off we set…in the wrong direction. A U-turn led us in to a field where we experienced incredulous looks from a group of local horses.  Head torches started to shine at this point.

There followed a trot through the woods, a right hand turn and spectacular view of a dusky Sheffield, we veered left into a residential area - not our strong area for navigating - I for one thought it was all over at this point.  Anyway we made it through with the help of Desperado’s erroneous ‘I can see the pub from here’ predictions.

The usual joy experienced upon seeing H.H. was replaced by questions, ‘it’s a bit far out isn’t it?’ until we realized that despite our experience, gadgetry and multiple differing opinions we really were close to home. At this point it has to be said that I was 'blind scribed' as the group split in two and I arrived back at the pub in the lead group,  was I really a front runner or just a plain old short cutter?  - history will decide.  If anyone can fill in what happened next it would be appreciated.

A well organised Spiv greeted us in the pub, complete with maps and a meeting agenda, questions were subject to a queuing system and Fast Eddy waited patiently to ask where the loo was. Spiv accepted congratulations for what was a truly great hash then stepped into a meeting about the Hill 60 event.

On on,
Sticky Shaft

April 2018 runs

          2nd Apr - Bank holiday
1087. 9th Apr - Smittie, Bowling Green Inn, Bradwell
1088. 16th Apr - Spiv, The Cow and Calf, Grenoside
1089. 23rd Apr - Trunks, The George and Dragon, Wentworth
1090. 30th Apr - Donkey's Ass, The Blake Hotel, Walkley. Bring hash cash for a beer stop!

#1086 Rose and Crown, Wadsley Common

26th March 2018

A “technical” hash? Or a Charlie special? Or simply an object lesson in route setting? However you want to describe it, the hash on 26th March from the Rose and Crown at Wadsley Common was a belter! For those who have never been to it this gem of a public house the R & C is a real country boozer set on at the top end of the Wisewood estate and conveniently at the end of a footpath leading straight onto the Common.

For the first time this year the hash set off in daylight, always a significant marker. Twelve (initially) of us in convoy following the frequently applied blobs soon reached the open spaces above Loxley Valley. Thereafter we were treated to an intrigue of trails, back-to-checks and “falsies” that weaved itself in and out of the trees and lanes of the Common. Can you have a figure of sixteen? Or is two times figure of eights? Just the odd sniff of mud to strengthen the sinews, but mostly dry paths to follow, and the occasional view of the lights of Sheffield to puzzle us. Round the greens and fairways of Hillsborough golf course and back into the woods.
A 'technical' hash or a Charlie special??
Thanks to the kids in the car park for sharing the aroma of their wacky baccie with us. And thanks too to Caroline for explaining to me at that point that dogging had nothing to do with our canine friends. Eventually, Hannah (is it still Bam Bam or have we moved on again?) and Chris came whizzing through having given us their conventional half hour head start.  Mincer and the Prof became detached from the end of the group when, in a commendable burst of law abiding behaviour, they declined to follow Charlie’s route down a private lane.

Then, when some of us were expecting hash treats at any moment, there we were back at the pub. Make mine a pint of Piddle and a packet of crisps!

On on, Capt Morgan.

#1085 Red Lion, Litton

19th March 2018

Dire warnings about imminent freezing over of the already treacherous ground conditions were ignored as our troopers converged on this excellent venue. Derbyshire was well represented, with the girls outnumbering the boys as we plodded warily in the direction of Tideswell through mountainous snowdrifts. It was clear that the icepicks and crampons with which we were all well equipped would soon be put to purpose. The more so as an abrupt change in direction by the stand-in hare, Chris, brought us foot to foot with a drift-blocked path before hooking us back round a circuit of the village and off in the general direction of Miller’s Dale.
A well earned rest
It soon became apparent that the main feature of the ground conditions was not snow and ice but  turds spread by the local farmer to sweeten pasture. A clearly confused hare resorted to lots of pointy arrows to overcome his navigational errors and a tantalising glimpse of light was spotted in Ravensdale. Alas by the time we had been Loose Shunted into a siding he’d made good his escape.
Cressbrook provided amusement with a sharp fall down to the road, amply captured by our camera team, at which point  the ice picks were found to be redundant and we all wished for Trunks’ waterproof socks as we plodged through mud along Cressbrookdale and up t’other side of Ravensdale. Capt. Colon celebrated reaching the summit by surfing a half pipe of snow and we were jolly grateful to descend in one piece to the valley floor. Here was found a First Class Buffet of a HR with only the best china and teapot missing. Crystal Tips and Steamy Knickers  were seen sharing the leftovers as we waded through the crystal clear waters and struggled up some old snow-filled Lead Rake and back to the pub.
First class HR - Scones with jam and cream!
Here it was that we were asked if one Tony Middleton was with us? When we remembered who Trunks was thoughts turned to Wetton. Perhaps Staffordshire Constabulary had crossed the border with a warrant out for him? Happily it was only some tired and emotional local who had worked down t’pit with him for 40 years.
On On, Smittie