The recycling binmen came
today. I suspect that had I any loyal readers on the planet Mars they
would have heard said binmen. And they took the recycling *and* put
the bin back where we could get it. In the past I've grumbled about
how the binmen are too lazy to actually come any closer to my house
than the pavement to collect the bin. I've since been informed that
the reason they won't come any closer to the house than the pavement
is because of insurance reasons. What nonsense(!) How about meter
readers and postmen? Whatever insurance a postman or meter reader
might need to encounter the hazards in my front garden would surely
be applicable to a binman.
Once brekkied I went up
to town (calling in on a recently activated geocache on the way)
to collect my ring. I’d taken it to the jeweller to have it made
smaller on Monday, and today I got it back. It’s not falling of my
finger anymore; which is a result. I’d hate to lose it after twenty
six years of it being there. On the way I walked past a bunch of
nutters in the park doing open-air aerobics to music. But they seemed
happy, so I left them to it. Whilst in town I was surprised to see
that what used to be a book shop is in the process of being replaced
with a Tesco Express.
I finished in town, then
made a circuit of the geocaches I put out earlier in the week. I
wanted to make a bonus
cache which would use questions which the punters would solve by
visiting the existing caches. Whilst I was doing this, a voice
chirped up “Its mister Badger”. I looked to see a total stranger
grinning at me. But I’m used to this. What with my involvement in
the past with the snake club and scouting and my current involvement
with the astro club I find that absolutely everyone knows me. But
being absolutely awful with faces I never recognise who people are,
or remember where I should know them from.
Fortunately this chap
introduced himself. A fellow geocacher. We’d corresponded quite a
bit via email, and he recognised me from my photos on Facebook. We’d
never me before, but it was good to finally meet up, and we chatted
for quite a while.
Since I was in the area I
popped into the Fudgery to see how the pestilential pup was doing
after his operation. He seemed pleased to see me, as did the first
fruit of my loin and Cheryl. And I got given pancakes and jam for my
lunch, which was very nice.
Home; where I worked out
all the puzzles for the cache I then put out. If any of my loyal
readers are feeling in a problem-solving mood, then they might like
to download a GPS app (they are free) and find the cache that
I’ve hidden at N 51° 08. (A+1)(B-3)(C+5) E 000° 52.(D-1)(E)(F-5);
where A,B,C,D,E and F can be found from the associated Fudge’s
Folly caches dotted around the neighbourhood. I then did the same
with the other
series of caches I've put out. And then gave up as my PC started
making very odd noises and crashed.
"er indoors TM"
came home and wanted to go geocaching. The fact that it was an hour
after sunset didn't dampen her enthusiasm, so we went out. In
retrospect night caching is a silly thing to do. Most geocaches are
difficult enough to find in the daylight; let along in the dark and
in the rain. We found six before my nerves could stand no more and we
came home...
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