Muff dives into Manly’s dam. Later at Moocher HQ Polish humours the Honolulu cram.
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Rain was threatening. Would we get wet? The gate to the reserve closes over night. Would we get locked in? Would the hares force us to run all the way around the dam as we would have done happily in the good old days?
With the end of daylight saving fast approaching, would we all get back to the bucket before dark?
Would we have the foresight to bring torches? Would XXXX be able to complete the run twice before dark? The hares had offered to take us into the inner sanctum of the Moochers for dinner. Would we feel comfortable and welcome in this alien environment?
But it worked out well, and a good run was had. Off up the track to Combe’s Hill. (Bit of a waste of time as the trees are so tall at the top of the hill that there’s no view. Then it was out along the bike track beside the dam and back along the walking track. We didn’t get wet, locked in, or forced around the dam.
We almost got back before dark, but those that didn’t came back by torch light. God knows what happened to XXXX.
The On On at Hollywood was a noisy affair, with a big turn-up including visitor Wally Grout. Mash and the Pompadour’s Paramour were feted for becoming grand fathers again. Goanna was absent after falling off his bicycle. King Arthur ran into a tree and got a black eye. Bigamist was inducted into the Posh Hash on condition he renounce the Larrikins. Short Fuse is still having difficulty accepting his new name, despite continued encouragement. Flying Scotsman deputized for the down-down.
