After a really good
night's sleep I woke up to have my piss seriously boiled by the
Ashford Herald. Apparently my street is the most
violent street in Ashoford. The half-wits at the Ashford Herald
have worked this out from the amount of times the police are called
to a street.
The police have been
called to Beaver Road twenty three times so far this year. Is that a
lot? I don't know. But look at the street which is in position
fourteen. Only four call outs but it only has a tenth of the amount
of houses that are in Beaver Road. That makes this street
proportionately twice as bad as my street. Does it really take a
genius to work out that the more houses there are in a street then
the more of anything will happen.
Also
our road is *the*
way home from all of the nightclubs to the "delightful
suburbs"
where the council put the "more
challenging elements".
(Or
as my daughter in law so succintly puts it "it's
the main route for piss heads".)
I
have formally logged a complaint with the Ashford Herald. I bet they
don't do anything about it.
On the plus side "er
indoors TM" discovered a Christmas cake at
the back of the cupboard. It went out of date in May, but I shall
still scoff it.
Bearing in mind how much
I whinged about my gammy elbow yesterday "er indoors TM"
ordered me to take some Ibuprofen. Whenever I hear of Ibuprofen I'm
always reminded of my old mucker Dave
"Rabbit"
Morley who died seven years ago. He considered himself an expert
on the drug because his wife worked where they were made, but he
couldn't pronounce the word Ibuprofen. He called it "Ibuferen".
I never saw him that
often, but I miss Dave...
We got our gear together,
rallied the troops, and set off to Biggin Hill. We'd originally
planned to walk around the area last week on the Bank Holiday, but
rain stopped play. A lot of people were off at geo-camp this weekend,
but there were still quite a few of us raring to go for today. Ten of
us and two small dogs met up just outside Biggin Hill and we walked
about ten miles. We'd walked this route before; but the geocaches
which had been there in the past have been replaced with new ones
which gave us a reason to go back.
We quite liked today's
walk; starting from a pub the walk was in two loops so we had the
chance of a beer at half time as well as at the end. Beautiful
scenery, excellent company; as we walked we saw horses, sheep, pigs,
turkeys. There was an entertaining five minutes when "Furry
Face TM" saw a squirrel and set off in hot
pursuit. Little Charlotte clung to his lead and managed to restrain
him, but it was a close-run thing.
Mind you if anyone is
considering a walk round Biggin Hill I feel I should specifically
mention the horses. When I first walked
this geo-route I was kicked by a horse. Today one of us was
nearly pushed over by a horse, one of us actually was. One of us was
nearly bitten by a horse and one of us actually was. (Me)
Biggin Hill horses are
evil animals.
We set out in search of
about forty target geocaches. We found the lot. I must say that was
quite an acheivement. Some of them were quite tricky hides, two
involved arboreal antics, and in several cases the GPS co-ordinates
(according to "Hannah") were out by several yards.
But iffy co-ords and
teeth-happy horses notwithstanding, having started walking at 10.30am
we were in the beer garden having a de-briefing pint of Jail Ale
seven hours later.
I'd taken
a few photos whilst we were out. Once home I put those on-line,
did the secret geo-rituals on the laptop and over a rather good bit
of curry watched last night's repeat of Dad's Army. After all these
years they still don't like it up 'em.
As my dog snored I then
checked emails. Earlier in the week I'd taken my dog for a walk round
Bethersden with a view to hiding nearly forty geocaches in the area.
The geo-feds had emailed me back to say all was well with my
provisional route. The first stage of my plan is now complete. Stage
two goes into action tomorrow. In the most part it involves visiting
the cheapo-bargain shop on the way to work to see how many sandwich
boxes they have at rock-bottom prices. I'm hoping they have several.
At least thirty would be good.
I must remember to pop in
to that shop...
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