Last night just before
bed I’d had an email from one of the people who looks after the series of
geocaches we hunted out on Sunday. I’d thought that being a series it would
have only one person looking after it. It turns out that it is owned in
sections. When I whinged that the C.O. hadn’t replied to emails, I’d only tried
to contact one person.
Oh well… perhaps the
route might get a quick once-over now? Ideally it needs taking in and replacing
with a whole new series (if only to give
us another reason to come back here for another holiday).
There are cattle grids
all over the New Forest to keep the horses, cows, pigs and ponies from running
riot (too much). There is one just
outside our cottage, and it made quite a noise when a lorry drove over it just
before seven o’clock. Mind you it wasn’t as much of a noise as Fudge made in
response, and nowhere near as much as "er indoors TM" as she lambasted
Fudge about the error of his ways.
After a bit of brekkie
we set off to a local beauty spot. We had minor delays from horses blocking the
roads (they do that a *lot* down here)
and a five-minute diversion for geo-reasons we were soon at Exbury Gardens.
We started off on a Halloween-themed steam train with ghostly guides “Boney and Batty”; a camp skeleton and an
equally camp vampire. They charged around and amused the punters, and as we
tootled through the gardens we saw all sorts of ghosties and even a ghoulie or
two. With the leaves changing colour for autumn it was a rather beautiful place
to be. The dogs had to be on leads which was probably for the best; we saw
several squirrels which mocked them.
After a coffee and
sandwich we went to feed the carp. One lake which usually was heaving with fish
was devoid of them. We wondered where they’d gone as we walked to another lake
which had several carp for Fudge to attempt to terrorise. I even got one to
nibble on my hand.
Pausing only to fail to
find a Church Micro we took a rather pretty drive down to Calshot beach where
we walked along the beach and out to the spit to look at the
castle. It was closed. But we had a good walk along the beach. Both
dogs chased stones into the sea; Fudge chased seagulls.
Back to base; I hosed
the sand from the dogs. There was a *lot*
of sand to hose. And then we had a short drive to the Turfcutter’s Arms;
a rather good pub. Ringwood best, poppy ale, forty-niner, rather good scampi
and chips, strawberry mess, even a Drambuie or two.
And then the evening
was rounded off with a pint of \king \goblin (6.7%!), a glass of port, a wedge of stilton, a couple of rounds of
“Blokus” and a few hands of “Cheat”; a game at which I am not very
good on account of the fact that I cheat so much.
We staggered off to bed
just before one o’clock. I took quite
a few photos today.
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