Not
quite such a cold night last night. But having determined that I
needed to be up for 7am I was wide awake shortly after 5am. I gave up
trying to get back to sleep and set the washing machine loose on
several T-shirts.
Over
brekkie I had a look-see on-line. I had to tell someone off on one of
the Facebook discussion pages I moderate. Why do so few people
understand the basic principle of a discussion. When faced with a
difference of opinion the first line to take is "I disagree
with you for the following reasons", *not* "I
disagree with you therfore I shall prove my point by swearing at
you". It was something of a shame that the chap I had to
correct then illustrated his logic by posting a web link which
actually proved he was wrong.
I
hung my T-shirts out to dry, and failed to solve an on-line
geo-puzzle. Rather frustrating...
We
drove round to collect Suzy-Pup and her associate, then allowed the
sat-nav to guide us to Polegate. I thought it took a rather
convoluted route. Did we *really* have to traverse every
narrow lane in both Kent and Sussex?
But
we got to the Treacle Mine with five minutes to spare. We soon met
our geo-buddies and pausing only briefly for a bit of cake we were
soon off on our wanders. The "Woodland
Wander" series of geocaches took us round some rather
scenic places. Woodlands, fields, rather quiet country lanes. And the
geo-element was rather good too - these weren't the average
film-pot-under-a-rock hides; many of them were custom-made
works of genius.
As
we walked we heard a call. Would you beleive it; my brother was
driving by on the way to a boot fair. What were the chances of that?
We
found ourselves back at the cars by mid-afternoon. We'd asked the
nice lady in the pub if we could her car park so we felt it would
only be polite to have a pint there.
And
with pint guzzled we set off on the main business of the day. We'd
chosen to come to Polegate because just down the road was a geocache
which was in a culvert under the road. We parked the cars and walked
down to the river where we put on our wellies. Sam kindly found the
deepest part of the river for us, and so (as she emptied her
wellies) we then went in to the shallower bits and each of us
scrambled through the culvert to do the secret geo-thing. I found it
was a little cramped in there, but I'm probably showing my age.
The
pub near where we'd parked our cars had a sign saying "no
dogs"; with a quick Google search we found a pub not five
minutes away that claimed to be dog-friendly. Just as well as we had
three with us.
The
Cricketer's Arms in Berwick was a good find. Beer poured straight
from the barrel; helpful frfiendly staff. I felt for them when the
wonderful food they served had cold chips, but that was soon sorted.
Usually we don't hang about too long in the pub after a walk, and
certanly not when so far from home. But today was different; we
stayed for dinner. An wonderful meal with excellent company. I'd
certanly go back there again.
I
took a few photos whilst we were out; once home I put them
on-line. I think I shall have an early night now... I'm feeling worn
out.
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