Hares Set Off
Two volunteers head out 15 minutes early, marking the trail with flour, chalk or sawdust as they go.
Sheffield's youngest hash, with the oldest legs. Hares lay a trail in flour and chalk; the rest of us amble after them through fields, snickets, and the odd back lane. Some run, most walk, everyone ends up at a proper pub. Hash virgins especially welcome.

Click any hash for the full details, route, time and to confirm you're coming. Sheffield one month, Derbyshire Dales the next.
Every previous hash — date, hare, route, photos, and a blow-by-blow from whoever the scribe could corner at the bar.
Think country ramble crossed with a paper-chase and a pub crawl. We're technically a Hash House Harriers chapter — most of us walk, a few run, everyone ends at the pub.
Two volunteers head out 15 minutes early, marking the trail with flour, chalk or sawdust as they go.
Everyone else follows the marks. First to spot one shouts "On-on!" so the rest catch up.
At a check, the trail splits. Walkers fan out until someone finds the true line — keeps the pack together regardless of pace.
Every trail ends at the "on-on" — usually a country pub with a fire and a fryer. Distance 3–6 miles. Pace: yours.
Every hash has its own vocabulary. Here are the words you'll hear on your first Steel City run.
The people who (just about) keep this nonsense running. All emails land in Smutley's inbox — he'll forward as needed.
Visiting hashers welcome — and if you're in any of these towns, look up the locals. They're all good people, mostly.
Pay-as-you-go. No committee meetings. No memberships. Just a trail, a pub, a pint, and a small contribution to St Luke's.