I usually take the
Tuesday after the Brighton Kite festival off work just iin case. If
we come home with wet tents I will need the time to dry them. Today I
needed a day to do stuff - I had a myriad of things to do. I needed
to chase the garage about my iffy air conditioning in the car. I had
astro club cheques to pay into the bank. I had a weekend's worth of
grungy laundry to do. The lawn needed mowing. I needed to chase the
hospital about the planned surgical re-bore of my nose.
I decided that all of
that lot could get stuffed and I went geocaching instead.
Steve called round
shortly after 7.30am and we went for a fry-up. Steve said everyone
else seems to go for fry-ups these days and he was feeling left out.
e had a good plateful of sausages, bacon, eggs, beans, mushrooms. And
with those scoffed we popped home to collect "Furry Face TM"
and we set off to deepest Sussex. Pausing only briefly to dispatch
parcels to Cornwall we were soon in Burwash where we had a little
stroll. We saw sheep, horses and cows. We found a minature village in
the middle of nowhere. We found a beautiful gate leading to the
middle of nowhere. We found random doors in the middle of fields. We
even found someone's laundry on a rotary drier in a corn field half a
mile from the nearest house. Fudge sniffed at (and was very good
with) a very small calf, a donkey and a hedgehog.
We were hoping to see a
TV celebrity; when "er indoors TM"
did this walk last October she told me she'd met "you know -
him of fthe telly. He's been in all sorts". We didn't see
the celebrity,
It was a very hot day.
Steve ran out of water; I took two litres for me and "Furry
Face TM" to share; it wasn't quite enough.
And despite the eminently superior mapping abilities of the Neon Geo
app there's no denying we went adrift a couple of times. It's only
when you go to foreign parts (like Sussex) that you appreciate
just how good the signing of footpaths is in Kent.
Billed as a walk of
twelve miles we walked up hill and down dale, and I think that the
advertised twelve miles was probably about right. We went with fifty
geocaches in our sights; we found forty-nine. We were both pretty
sure the elusive fiftieth had disappeared. Probably trampled by cows.
I
took a few photos whilst we wallked. I think you need to be on my
Facebook list to see them though..
I did ache when I got
home, but after a quick shower and a bite to eat we set out to the
Tuesday gathering of the clans; this time in Arden Road. After a
general natter we watched the latest episonde of "The 100".
Following on from my concerns of last week that there seemed to be a
high attrition rate among the protagonists, the writers would seem to
have employed the old trick of bringing the dead back from the grave.
I wish they wouldn't; it doesn't make anyone inclined to stick
with hte show if such cheap tricks are to be employed...
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