The dogs were rather restless in
the night. And being rather restless made them all rather quarrelsome. There
were several squabbles in the small hours.
I eventually gave up with trying
to sleep, and instead had a look at the Internet. LinkedIn wondered if I knew
Magda Kilby who apparently studied with the Open University at the same time
that I did (thirty years ago). I don’t.
Leaving "er indoors TM" and the wolf
pack I set off out on today’s little adventure once I’d scraped the ice from
the car. The dashboard thermometer claimed it was minus five degrees when I
left home.
First of all I went to Teynham where I failed to find a
Wherigo. I say “failed to find” – I
found it, but I couldn’t actually extract it from its hidey-hole. After ten
minutes I stomped away in a bit of a strop.
Once back at the car I then made good time to Swale and the
Kings Ferry bridge. So good that I had time to stop and hunt out a geocache
that I was passing. Just as I pulled up, Aleta called out to me. She too had
arrived with a little time to spare. We hunted out two caches, then drove up
the road where we met up with quite a few friends. There is a geocache on the marshes there which I’ve
fancied going after for some time. It has a rather unusual difficulty/terrain
rating: difficulty one, terrain four and a half. Which (for those whose boats aren’t floated by film pots under rocks)
means it is dead simple to find, but a pig to get to. I’d only found four other
such caches in over ten thousand finds, and the D1/T4.5 rating was spot on. The
cache was a very obvious container tied at the top of a disused beacon tower.
Fortunately Brian and Pam had brought a ladder which helped
us get to the first platform, and from there it was a simple climb up another
ladder.
“A simple climb”
… How easy it is to type this in the comfort of my living room with a dog
cuddled up on either side. The reality of being rather high up on a bitterly
cold day with intermittent snow flurries was somewhat different. But I wouldn’t
have missed it for the world. You can get a taste of what we did by
clicking here. I love days like today; with a little adventure in
mind, someone posts onto the “Geocaching
in Kent” page to see if anyone would like to go along, and you get to have
such a great time. The normal people have no idea what they are missing.
Walking out to the beacon had been easy enough; walking
back was somewhat tricky. Despite the snow, the temperature had warmed up
enough for the mud to melt.
Once back at our cars we said our goodbyes. Since it wasn’t
that far I thought I might visit the Lego shop at Bluewater to collect that
which I didn’t get on Monday. “Wasn’t
that far…” I told the sat-nav to aim for Bluewater, and all was fine until
we got to the M2 motorway when it announced: “continue for twenty miles”. Twenty miles!
I got to Bluewater; I got what I needed. As I was walking
out through Marks and Spencer I thought I’d get a posh sandwich for lunch. Oh,
how my piss boiled. The idiot woman in the queue in front of me watched every
item of hers being scanned (supervising
the scanning of many items) and waited to be asked to pay up before taking
an age to search her capacious handbag and myriad of pockets trying to find
some means of payment.
I came home to have all three dogs shouting at me. They
knew it was time for a walk. We went round the park and home through the co-op
field with absolutely no “episodes”
at all. It was a delight to walk them all. Or (to be precise) it was a delight for me. I’m sure that there are
several squirrels who would disagree.
With walk walked I dozed in
front of the telly until "er indoors TM" came home. She
boiled up a rather good dinner, and we scoffed it whilst watching “Rogue One: A Star Wars Story”.
I say “watching”; I gave up half-way
through. This was the crappest Star Wars film I’ve ever seen, and being a Star
Wars film it is up against some pretty stiff competition.
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