I slept like a log, but the call of nature
could not be denied so I popped to the loo at 4am. I was rather dismayed to
come back to bed to find what was once my space was now filled with sleeping
dogs. Going against conventional wisdom I didn’t let sleeping dogs lie; I
hoiked them on top of "er indoors TM" and went back
to kip.
Over brekkie I had a little look on the
Internet. There were a few photos of last night’s fire-walk. I would have liked
to have seen more. Maybe next time I might do the walk myself. Or maybe not.
As I smurfed the net the dogs squabbled over
the wreckage of Treacle’s teddy bear. She had been playing with it so nicely
until Fudge ripped it open.
We got ourselves and the dogs together
and set off. As we drove, Treacle was farting like a fruitbat. Serious farting;
you didn’t so much smell them as taste them. Yuk!! And soon enough we were
parked underneath a bridge under the M26. Together with Karl, Tracey and
Charlotte we went for a little geo-stroll. I’d done the “where’s
the 35mm” series before, but it made a good walk for the dogs.
And for all that I’d done the walk before I managed to make geo-finds to which
I had previously been oblivious.
We then adjourned to “The Woodman”; a nearby pub where we’d
been before. We were rather disappointed to find it was closed. So we pushed on
into Ide Hill where we had a crafty half in the Cock Inn. They had a “house ale”. Some places have a house
wine, this pub has a house ale. I was impressed.
After the second pint we thought that if
we didn’t move we never would, so we moved on. We drove up the road a mile or
so where we had a rather good wander about. The “Brookes” geo-series was a
very good one even if it did draw blood from me at one point.
With something of a sense of deja-vu we went
back to “The Woodman”. There was a
dodgy five minutes when Fudge was trying to attack a random chicken. As we sat
in the garden outside the pub there was a chicken wandering about in the street
(as chickens generally don’t) and my
dog wasn’t happy about the arrangement.
As luck would have it there were a few geo-field-puzzles
within a couple of minutes of where we were drinking, so Tracey and Karl spent
five minutes getting the required information, and we solved puzzles and
plotted co-ordinates as we sat and drank. It didn’t take long to plan a route
to go collect these geocaches, and we went for a third stroll, getting back to
the cars just as it was getting dark.
I
took a few photos whilst we walked. I put them on-line and realised it was
far too late to go see Alan. He is over from Guernsey and there was a vague
plan to meet up with him today. But plans remained vague all week, and with
nothing confirmed nothing happened. Next time we’ll meet up.
The original plan for the evening had been to iron
some shirts, but by the time we’d got home I couldn’t be bothered. Similarly "er
indoors TM" couldn’t be bothered to boil up dinner so we
scoffed KFC whilst watching this week’s episode of “Benidorm”.
I’m wondering if our all-inclusive holiday in
Kos is going to be something like this show…
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