July 2025

1406.  7th July, Fishbait, TBC

1407.  14th July, Monty's Batman, TBC

1408.  21st July, Smittie, TBC

1409.  28th July, Rawhide, TBC 

 

June 2025

1401.  2nd June - Captain Colon & Soggy Bottom; The Three Merry Lads

1402.  9th June - Jinx; Packhorse Inn, Little Longstone

1403.  16th June, Crystal Tips, Little John, Hathersage

1404.  23rd June, Smittie, The Bulls Head, Ashford

1405.  30th June, Mud Slide, Crookes Social Club, Crookes

 

May 2025

            5th May - Bank Holiday
1399. 12th May - Shrimper & Madj; The Crow Inn, City Centre
1400. 19th May - G String & Gloworm; The Plough Inn, Hathersage
           26th May - Bank Holiday
           

 
April 2025

1395.  7th April - Trunks; Barrel Inn, Bretton
1396.  14th April, Milkmaid and Cummingtonite, Guzzle MicroPub, Woodseats
1397.  21st April, Easter Monday, The Blake Hotel, Martin and Monty                                           
1398.  28th April, Spiv; Cross Daggers, Coal Aston

 

March 2025

1390. 3rd March -Soggy B and Rawhide, Birthday Hash, Maazi Hathersage
1391. 10th March - Uglyman, Fox House, Longshaw
1392. 17th March - Glowworm, Little John Hotel, Hathersage

1393. 24th March - Sticky Shaft, Fast Eddy joint Birthday Hash - The Droppingwell, Kimberworth

1394. 31st March - Mincer; The Moon Inn, Stoney Middleton

 

February 2025

1386. 3rd February -Prof, The White Hart Inn, Bradwell
1387. 10th February - Trunks, The Three Merry Lads, Lodgemoor
1388. 17th February - Prof, The Old Hall Hotel, Hope
1389. 24th February - Smittie, The Bulls Head, Ashford in / on / by the Water

 

January 2025

1382. 6th January - Smittie, Ranmoor Inn, Fulwood Road , Sheffield
1383. 13th January - Monty's Batman, The Peacock, Owler Bar

1384. 20th January - Mincer, The Travellers Inn, Birdwell
1385. 27th January - Shunter, The Scotsman's Pack, Hathersage

 

1370. 21st October - Uglyman, Hammer & Pincers, Ringinglow

The one where plans were finalised

Fourteen Hashers and Two hounds assembled at the Hammer and Pincers for the first time in an age.  The Soggy Bottom family put out three Hashers + a hound, G-String and Glowworm made an appearance from Hathersage, Speed Bump and yet to be handled Joseph came from Dronfield, Fishbait and Tilly from Grindleford, Smittie, Trunks and 17 Mile Jinx from the Fulwood area, Shunter of Woodseats and a well illuminated (front / back / head & spare lights) Mudslide and myself from Crookes all made the journey.

Punctuality was the name of the game, and we were soon off across the road and Porter Valley bound.  A few of us ‘rear enders’ sensed a bit of competition in the air this evening mainly due to the lack of calling. The pack comprised of three prime checkers in the form of Shunter, The Apprentice and Mudslide so this could prove to be a quick run.

We soon found ourselves crossing the Porter Brook and heading up towards Fulwood only to be caught out by a signature Uglyman long back to check, upon a second check we found it was up the river past ‘Prof’s bend’ and on to another check at Forge Dam. I had my suspicions and soon found the trail heading along the south side of Forge Dam.  I managed to suck most of the pack in only to found myself done again by a long b-2-c.

The actual route took us up Priest Hill towards Cottage Lane, the scene of many a previous race to the summit. Off Cottage Lane we headed right and up the hill which eventually lead us to the Hash Rest where some home made flap jack was awaiting us.

Don't let the poo bag appearance fool you, the snacks were delicious! 

Fuelled and sensing we had broke the back of the run we headed on towards Ringinglow road Crossing at Wigley farm. Half of the pack, lead by Smittie, seemed to think we hadn’t had a controversy for a while so headed up the farm drive presumably in the hope of seeing an annoyed farmer + dog, but it was a calm night and there was no such drama, we regrouped heading towards the Limb valley.

Despite woofed promises that they would behave, both hounds had to be escorted on short leads / carried through the field of sheep all whilst protesting their innocence.

Enroute, we discovered a strange new marking which turned out to be a decent effort by Uglyman at a pair of Spectacles, which in turn indicated a nice view, which indeed there was; a glowing moon with a glittering Sheffield lying beneath it. 

Unfortunately there is no picture of the actual view...

A nice strut through the limb valley eventually led us to Coit lane and across Castle dyke playing fields, then it was back down Ringinglow Road to the H&P.  All in all a nice run in great Autumn conditions.

On On Sticky Shaft

…and finally

It proved a productive Hash:

Shining Cliff Weekend - all sorted, with Hares, Cooks and hopefully enough flour.

The Christmas Party  - Theme sorted, artwork complete, thanks TW, start and end venues booked, a hare has been appointed (Mincer), a poll has been pinned to the thread, now just awaiting final confirmations.

The Diary - full and now taking bookings for 2025, some slots have already been taken in the makeshift 2025 section of the 2024 Diary

The Actual Diary – It’s heading towards that time when a new one needs to appear. There was talk (by Uglyman) of an electronic diary, cue sharp intakes of breath.  With an upcoming Hash in Wharncliffe Side, will Fast Eddy appear and save the day? He’s underwritten this annual admin cost for as long as I can remember, it would be some feat of heroism were he to turn up next week, mid paternity leave, with a shiny new diary…

 

1369. 14th October - Monty's Batman, Robin Hood, Baslow

Begging, Bananas, Bread and Bolving

Pre 7:45pm, our hare MTB had out done himself on flour stinginess and had to go cap in hand to our landlord for a loan. Many thanks by the way to the Robin Hood and its landlord!!

                                                    Struggling Pubs face increased demands from Hashers

@7.52pm was about the time that the Crookes bunch turned up and the pack were long gone. I asked the friendly landlord if he had any flour to spare, he looked at me aghast, but confirmed parking was for free.

So off we set in pursuit of the others, there were two obvious directions, but MTB had carved out a third and off we set up the hill back towards the Sheffield road, which we incidentally did not take to get here, hence the tardiness.

Mudslide, ever one for a challenge, decided to rely on her night vision to climb the hill, fortunately there was a first aid kit waiting with the pack and a couple of medical ‘professionals’ to fix the damage.  Trunks was also on hand with his spare torch, so a patched up and illuminated mudslide took her natural front runner position and saved the rest of us lazy buggers from having to check too much.

                                                                ...and the moral of the story is

As fast as the latecomers ran, the trail was all up hill so we didn’t actually catch the pack until the hash rest, where ten of them were waiting for us. Will’s Banana cake / bread was the topic of conversation with a lot of pleasantly surprised looks amongst the pack. I can confirm it was indeed yummy, filling and two pieces were consumed. Lost lad looked more than happy to receive treats from an unused poo bag.

A glorious red mushroom was purposely left on the wall by one of the pack, but we’ll come back to that later. From there it was on on across the top of Yield wood and towards the glittering lights of Baslow where we spread out in the village to look for the route.

We inevitably found ourselves at the ‘Group Kissing’ gate into Chatsworth, I few open minded hashers squished themselves in, lost lad got caught up in the excitement.  Fortunately no fingers or otherwise were lost in the transaction and we all found ourselves in the dark and eery Chatsworth House grounds.

                                

                                                                Mind yer bits and pieces!

Jurassic style noises were heard from the woods, we all knew what they were but proceeded with some caution towards the treeline.  There were the occasional sightings of a fierce and protective stag with his doe Harem. The spectacular rutting / bolving season was underway.

I must break off at this point to mention that we do have greatness within our ranks, one hasher who shall remain nameless is a regional champion at bolving (…or bolving impressions?) and is immortalised by a plaque in some village hall around the Hope Valley. When last pressed on the issue she was too modest to give us a demonstration but confirmed, ‘It was a proud moment’. Local generic farmer and bolving enthusiast ‘Billy Cornfield’ was interviewed about the victory at the time and simply remarked, ‘It was Crystal clear there could only be one winner that year, she was Tipped for greatness but just walked away from the whole scene, a sad day for the sport…’.

Anyway, back to the trail. We made our way past the horny deer and annoyed sheep and headed up the Hill, it felt like the whole run had been up hill that evening, finally atop the hill and above the tree line the trail plateaued.

From there it was back in the direction of the pub, MTB surprised most of us with a new trail avoiding the long slog back up the road to the pub.  This new trail proved tight in places and eventually made its way down to the stream.  We were confronted with warning signs to avoid the damaged bridge, no handrails apparently, but as most of us were born before the era of intense ‘elf and safety’ we crossed anyway, there were no casualties. From there it was a sprint finish to the pub.

A great run, discovering some new paths, at 9.5KM it was at risk of been muttered about but with everyone back at a reasonable hour it was time to enjoy a beer and some post Hash Chat.

Special shout out to Milkmaid and Cummingtonite for filling up the diary on their debut press ganging.

Special mention to one of our hashers for arranging a post hash date in the pub and presenting not a bouquet of flowers but a shiny red mushroom to his companion. Apologies from my side for trying to get her to put her name in the diary.

Epilogue

A very satisfied looking Monty’s Batman was later seen returning three quarters of the loaned flour to the landlord, thus cementing his reputation as a spectacular conservationist.