Bali HHH II Hash Trash
WHITEBAIT & FRIENDS AT BR. CALO
Saturday NOVEMBER 13
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As it so happened WHITEBAIT wound up with only one friend on this occasion – BARNACLE BALLS in fact – and that was quite sufficient to provide the pack with a superb well-checked chase which saw all back the PROST truck within 90 minutes and most in an orderly bunch sensibly less. PAIN & PLEASURE registered under 5 k on the short though front runners must have done a good 6.
It was a long way up past the presidential palace at Tampaksiring and P & P also told me it took him an hour and 20 minutes from Sanur – it would have taken a couple of hours with pre-covid traffic congestion. So there we were (where I’ve never been before) at this wonderful site, surrounded by magnificent trees, including gigantic Ficus and Pulé (Alstonia spp known vernacularly as cheese-wood) and unusually denuded African Tulip under which WHITEBAIT had recently trod upon a carpet of scarlet monkey-cups. A cuckoo-Shrike vented piercing whistles – kleep at intervals from the copse’s canopy. Hadn’t heard one of those in a long while. Yes, so there we were, under the wide and starry sky, with moon well advanced in third quarter – it will be full on Friday 19th at VICTOR AWARDS and eclipsed into the bargain so don’t missit – succeeding delicately tinted pink and orange sunset – simply heavenly. It was, by the way, the birthday of RL Stevenson (1850) whose Requiem delivered by YWGMH was not altogether solemnly received by the usual inattentive audience of ravening hounds. The most delicious ham and pea soup provided by SPLASH revived flagging energies and I did not see anyone forego a second helping. Bravo.
En passant I enquired of MRS PALMER, who never ages, why WHITEBAIT was unable to count HANDJOB among his FRIENDS on this fine occasion… Sheer indolence it would appear, but will he be persuaded to descend to Tom Tiddler’s Ground and attend and attend our VICTOR AWARDS then? One does hope so. Who knows but he might merit an award?