Sometimes when faced with
insomnia I lay in bed and get wound up. Other times I get up and do
something. This morning I had my morning shave at 4am, then out the
recycling box out, I then did the washing up and put some laundry
into the washing machine. I went back to bed after forty minutes in
the hope that having done something I might then be a bit more tired
and might sleep. It didn't work. I lay awake until giving up shortly
before 7am.
Over a spot of brekkie I
watched another psychology lecture. Today we were covering the
principles of successful flirting and why gambling is so addictive. I
then spent half an hour playing Bubble Witch Saga whilst waiting for
a second load of laundry to wash, then got the lot on to the line to
dry in the hope that it wouldn't rain.
Lisa arrived and we set
off on a geo-adventure. First of all to Ham Street. On Wednesday we
tried for a virtual cache and gave up after half an hour. Today we
found it within two minutes. We then carried on through Tenterden to
Headcorn where we found a couple more caches and on to Sutton Valance
where we had two failures.
Pausing only briefly in
Maidstone for a fifty per cent success rate on a few caches we made
our way to the main target of the day - Mote Park. There is a
multi-cache in Mote Park of extreme difficulty. We found the first
part easily enough. I say "found" - we could see it
up a tree, but couldn't get close. Therefore we were stuffed for the
second part. However by the use of some judicious cheating we figured
out that the third clue was hidden under a bridge somewhere. So we
scouted out the park until we found a likely looking bridge and sent
Lisa in the river. There's no denying that she could have done a
better job. She came out with both boots full of water and no cache
found. We shall have to go back and do it properly.
So in the face of failure
we picked ourselves up, dusted ourselves down, emptied the water out
of our boots, wrung out our socks and found the ice cream stall. And
then walked back to the car. I am reliably informed that one
kilometre is a long way to walk barefoot.
Once at the car dry socks
and trousers were put on, and we made our way back to Ashford. Via
one or two more caches on the way.
Once home I got the
laundry in from the line, got the undercrackers in to scrub, and set
off to astro club. Attendance was really down tonight. Perhaps only
half the usual turn-out. I wonder if that was because tonight was a
telescope workshop. But those of us who were there had a good time.
And in a novel break with tradition the clouds pulled back, and for
the first time in about eighteen months we were able to get the
telescopes out and do some astronomy.
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