I did my usual thing of waking in the middle of the night,
getting up, posting photos to the Internet and going back to bed.
I got up three hours later, as did everyone else and with a
charged battery in my GPS we set off to Dunwich Forest for a little walk. Dunwich
Forest was rather pretty; not at all unlike Kings Wood really. As always our
route was laid out for us by a series of geocaches. Sadly this series had been
put out thirteen years ago and was rather “Old Skool”. Whilst in
excellent repair they were spaced out perhaps a tad too far apart with thirteen
caches where I would have put fifty. And (as is so often the case) the
published distance of the walk was seriously underestimated. Billed as four miles
I wonder if six might have been a more realistic estimate. And the sizes given
were flatly wrong as well. But it’s easy to find fault, isn’t it?
As we walked we found an old leper hospital and a flood
too.
From the forest we then drove down to the beach for ice creams.
The dogs had a play in the sea… well Treacle and Bailey did. Morgan showed no
interest in the water whatsoever.
We wandered up the beach, and then back to the old
monastery. Although in ruins it was huge. Monks clearly had money back in the
day.
By this point my watch told me my step count had gone ever
twenty thousand for the first time ever, and time was pushing on. So rather
than having a wash and brush up before dinner we went to find a pub.
The Queens Head in somewhere or other was a rather good
place to have scoff, and as we scoffed we watched the frankly humungous farm machines
struggling to get down the narrow lanes lined by frankly stupidly parked cars.
And so back to base where we sat in the garden which got
progressively darker, and as we sat so the bats came out. Quite a few of them. Sitting
in the dark watching bats flittering about sounds rather lame, but if you’ve
never done it, give it a go…
I took a load of photos today… which took five attempts to get on-line…
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