I had a marginally better night’s sleep; laying in till after half past eight, which is unheard of. Eventually we all got up, and after a leisurely brekkie made a plan for the day. We drove for about five minutes to nearby Rans Wood where we had a very good wander about. We found a couple of geocaches and kept to the shade as far as possible, and after an hour or so returned to base.
We’d given the dogs water every fifteen minutes and for all that they were keen to continue, it was too hot.
Having spent an hour or so trying to keep the dogs in the shade in the woods, left to their own devices in the garden they insisted on basking in the sunshine. I eventually gave up chasing them into the shadows.
We had a couple of beers and a rather good picnic lunch, then dozed in the afternoon’s heat. Eventually my phone beeped me awake. Another person was having Wherigo issues, so I sent a walkthrough and a link to my “How to Wherigo” site and hoped that would help.
Another beer, and it was time for dinner. On our first night we went to a nearby pub. We first visited the Turfcutter’s Arms some years ago (23 October 2018) when I described it as “a rather good pub”. The food was good last Friday so we thought we’d go again, but like so many pubs it needs to choose its target audience. Outside in the garden were families and holidaymakers having rather good meals. Inside the locals were drunkenly swearing at each other. Each group seems tolerant enough of each other though…
After a rather good bit of dinner we came back to base, and “er indoors TM” and I went off on a little mission. Leaving Charlotte to supervise dog dinner we went off to find a bottle bank to recycle the empties (and there were a few…) Sadly the local council doesn’t seem to go in for recycling to any extent; the instructions that came with the cottage said to chuck all the rubbish in together and leave it all for the bin men. We weren’t keen on that, but type “bottle banks New Forest” into Google and see how few there are.
The closest to us was some ten miles away so we thought we’d go there and shift the empties. You’ve never seen such overflowing bottle banks.
We returned to base via a petrol station where “er indoors TM” swore impressively at the petrol pumps, then once back we played a couple of rounds of “Cluedo”; a game at which I am spectacularly rubbish.
In the end it turned out it was me all along… with the candlestick in the library.
I would have got away with it too if it hadn’t been for those pesky meddling kids…
It’s all a bit sad – we’re going home tomorrow,,,
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