We had a vague plan to go to the geo-meet which was taking
place at Challock at half past nine this morning.. but not getting out of bed
until after nine o’clock put paid to that idea.
I made toast, dropped it on the floor, and scoffed it
anyway whilst peering into a very dull internet. Apart from a photo of one of
the bosses in the hot tub quite obviously in the nip there wasn’t anything else
at all going on on-line. I pondered as to what a Munzee scatter event was, and
in a novel break with tradition got Wordle on the second attempt.
With silly-hot temperatures forecast for the afternoon we
thought we might get a little walk in this morning so we drove down to
Ruckinge, parked up by the canal and walked across the fields hunting out four
geocaches.
We had a good walk. On the way back we came through what
looked to be a metal detectorist’s rally; about thirty cars were parked at the
bottom of the field in which the Bilsington Monument stands, and
loads of people were wandering the freshly-ploughed field brandishing their
detectors.
We got chatting with one chap who had unearthed three
strange metal lumps.
From the detectorists the path came along the canal.
Treacle went in a few times. She loves the water.
We got back to the car and came home. I ran out the hose
pipe and topped up the ponds; they’ve been rather suffering with evaporation in
the heat recently. And I cleaned out the big pond’s filter too. When I had the
filter boxes this was a job which took an absolute age to do. It was physically
hard work and smelly too. With the new pressure washer the thing is done in
five minutes. It takes far longer to set up the hoses and put them away than it
does to actually clean the filter..
I bionically burned the dandelions in the garden, then
dozed for much of the rest of the afternoon feeling rather ill. Too much sun
earlier, perhaps?
“er indoors TM” sorted a light
dinner which we scoffed whilst watching the celebrity Bake-Off. I say “celebrity”;
I had no idea who any of them were.
It’s supposedly going to be even hotter tomorrow… Given the
choice I’d rather be far too cold than far too hot, but I’m not given the
choice.
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