I actually did have an
early night last night, and apart from a trip to Trap One at four o’clock I
slept like a log for ten hours until my phone’s alarm woke me playing the “Tiswas” theme tune.
Over brekkie I had a
look-see at Facebook. It reminded me that a year ago I was on holiday in Greece.
Today it seemed everyone else was on holiday with pictures coming from
Budapest, Cornwall and all sorts of places. Mind you having taken the dogs out
for a rather cold seven o’clock tiddle I wasn’t envious of those who were on camping
trips today. In the past I used go camping several times a year; nowadays I
can’t help but feel “been there, done
that”. There is camping and there is roughing it in a tent. Camping takes
too much hard work in setting up, and I’m too old to rough it in a tent.
On checking my emails I
saw that my professional body had emailed me asking me to complete a survey
saying what I thought of them. I suppose most professional bodies are the same;
run by the people at the top of the profession the focus will be on those
matters which are relevant to them. I didn’t actually say “screw you and screw the horse you rode in on” but having spent
twenty minutes detailing their failures in graphic detail, perhaps I might as
well have done so.
I then realized that
today was the county geo-meet. I must have missed that; I do need to sort out
my diary.
Forgetting to pack the
extending leads we put the usual leads onto the hounds and set off to Hurst
Green where we met Karl, Tracey and Charlotte. We had a rather good wander
round the fields and woods before eventually ending up back where we started. Ending
up back where we started is to be encouraged as that was where we’d left the
cars.
We then drove down to the
Royal Oak in Whatlington for a pint (or
two) of lunch. The Royal Oak in Whatlington is somewhere that I’ve driven
past many times but have never called in to visit before. It was a rather good
place to visit; friendly staff, rather good dog treats, a very good garden. It
was clearly more a restaurant than it was pub, but we had a crafty couple of
pints in the garden before moving on to Battle Great Woods for another walk.
Regular readers of this
drivel may recall I’ve walked the paths round Battle Great Woods before. It was
on Sunday 4 January 2015 when that day’s blog entry was entitled “Seven
Miles of Mud”. Whilst today was nowhere near as muddy, it was muddy
enough. There was also a wheelbarrow twenty yards up a tree too, but we didn’t
dwell on it. It wasn’t bothering us, so we didn’t bother it either.
Again we had a rather
good stomp about, and again after a rather good stomp about we went back to the
Royal Oak in Whatlington for a couple of pints and a dog treat all round.
Treacle seemed more interested in burying her treat rather than eating it, but
each to their own…
I
took a few photos as we walked and drank. I do that…
Geocaching-wise today
was very much a walk of two halves. The first set of caches in Hurst Green were
tricky to find. With difficulties rated between two and three out of five, I
couldn’t help but feel that they should have been rated between three and four.
Mind you I think we all felt rather smug that we found all of those ones.
The second set of
caches in Battle Great were far easier to find, but each of these has some
Cluedo cards in them. As we walked round we found ourselves playing a game of
Cluedo. Having solved who did the murdering, where, and with what we then had
to solve a little puzzle to find the final geocache. I was rather disappointed
to find that it *wasn’t* Corporal
Clott in the lavatory with the loofah, but I wasn’t that far off. Mind you
having solved the puzzle we then got a little confused when it became apparent
that we’d solved it wrongly, but on phoning a friend it turned out that the
mistake we’d made was thinking we’d made a mistake.
We were rather late
home, so we thought we’d get take-away for dinner. In a triumph of idiot enthusiasm
over common sense I persuaded "er indoors TM" that she might
like chicken kebab.
She did…
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