By the time we got home
last night and had some tea we had rather a late night. I slept well,
and over a leisurely brekkie I got a message from the Hose Beast. He
was at a loose and and if I was free did I fancy going for a walk
with him around the Hawkinge area. My plans for the day were rather
fluid, so I scoffed brekkie, got Fudge's lead on him and we set off
for Folkestone. We were only ten minutes later than I expected;
having set my own mental sat-nav for the Admiralty rather than the
Hoseyarium. I realised this as I drove past the motorway junction at
which I should have turned off. Woops.
But we soon met up with
Jose and not long after that we were in Reinden Wood. Being a wood I
didn't let Furry Face off of his lead. He doesn't run away so much as
he doesn't come back. But we had a good stroll, and found a few
geocaches on our way. And after the wood was walked we went looking
for one or two other local caches. They were all good caches; they
were for the most part rather imaginative hides. One in particular
warranted special mention. There was one cache in Mackie Lane. From
the clue we knew it was randomly in a hedge somewhere. Our sat-nav
couldn't narrow down to more accurately than ten metres. We were on
the point of giving up when I just shoved my hand deep into a bush
and there it was. A total triumph of pot luck. To celebrate we had a
crafty pint of shandy in the nearest pub - "The Cat and
Custard Pot".
And so home to find that
another geocache had gone live minutes after I'd left home this
morning and had only just been found. Had I not gone out with Jose I
would have been First to Find. Several people commented on the fact
today and asked me if I felt at all miffed. In all honesty I don't. I
had a really good morning out in the sunshine. I can go looking for
that local cache at any time.
After a quick spot of
lunch I got on with the day's chores. The lawn got mowed, I finished
the week's psychology lectures, I did some homework, and then with er
indoors TM" hone from work we waited for
the arrival of Jose before going out for an evening's caching round
Charing and Hothfield. Some good caches including one on an island.
The instructions did say not to use the rope swing. Telling me not to
use the rope swing was akin to waving a red rag at a bull....
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