Tally Ho!
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Many years ago, Barry and I went to a point-to-point on Salisbury Plain. It was a business meeting disguised as a ‘jolly’ – a pleasant day out with refreshments provided. There was a point-to-point, ostensibly to entertain the attendees, in particular the visiting dignitaries of the company. As the company was American, a number of the guests were American.
It was a sea of green and brown. Men in hearty tweeds, some even in plus fours, sipped whisky. Tweed is a robust woollen fabric, prized as suitable clothing for outdoor pursuits, like hunting and shooting, because it is hard-wearing and moisture-resistant, and proof against thorns and thistles. However, the company was indoors, sheltered from the elements, so the outdoor clothing seemed a little de trop.
Women with strong yellow teeth, were drinking gin. They were dressed a little less formulaically, though still in earth tones, with sturdy legs, and feet shod in well-worn leather.As with all gatherings of this nature, there was a great deal of noise. It might be described as braying and there was a lot of guffawing. Everyone was talking, no-one was listening.
Most of the Brits were entirely relaxed, strapping, healthy, well-built people in an ocean of lovat green, thoroughly enjoying their day out, happy to see and be seen and chortling merrily, displaying their very British teeth.
Into this scrum stepped a dainty, whip-thin woman, clearly well out of her comfort zone, but smiling nervously as she accompanied her husband into the noisy throng. She was extremely slender, tanned, stylishly dressed, and beautifully groomed. She was polished and honed and ironed to the ends of her immaculate nails, a delicate hot-house flower in a garden of vigorous vegetables. The most fascinating thing about her was her teeth. They were such a contrast to the dentition of all around her. They were unnaturally, glaringly white, sunbeams glancing off them and dazzling all around her. They were obviously well-maintained, expensive teeth and no doubt, in her natural environment, would have been unremarkable in a room of similarly blinding gnashers.
I was reminded of the episode of ‘Friends’ in which Ross, played by David Schwimmer, whitened his teeth. They shone in the dark!
I don’t suppose the lady ever attended another point-to-point, but she was to be commended for making the effort. No doubt, she and her husband were invited to a Buckingham Palace reception later and that would have been more acceptable to her, though the Royal teeth are similarly strong, yellow, and large.
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The point-to-point continued, but only those participating took any notice of proceedings. In the distance, the local hunt (Royal Artillery Hunt) streamed across the fields, resplendent in scarlet. Of course, they were not pursuing foxes, as that had been outlawed, but the spectacle was still colourful and eye-catching.
Eventually, the day drew to a close, all the networking finished, and it was time to return home.
