As I peered into Facebook this morning I learned something.
There’s a nuclear bunker nearby. About twenty miles away in Brede there’s a nuclear bunker at the
waterworks. The place has open days on the first Saturday
of each month, so I’ve missed that for now. But it could be good for a day out
some time.
I’ve walked past Brede waterworks many times, and commented
on the place. If you look closely you’ll see dodos. Yes – dodos. The supposedly
extinct birds. There’s loads of them there (you don’t have to look that
closely). They aren’t geese and they aren’t ducks or swans. The only thing
they resemble is a stuffed dodo I once saw at the Natural History museum.
And I saw my brother was on the coach from Brighton to
Liverpool to watch the football. He must love it.
I put some washing in to scrub and we set off to Dog Club
where we had a rather good session. Last week the dogs were all rather excited;
this week they were all a bit quieter. We had at least twelve dogs along today
– it is difficult to keep count as they all keep moving about. Morgan managed
the entire session without having his muzzle on. Bailey rolled in something
foul. Treacle had a ball and was happy. And the forecast rain held off too.
As we’d driven to Dog Club Steve had been on the radio
doing the “Guess the Lyrics” competition. I got it right - “Blondie”
with “Picture This”. As we drove away I got the Mystery Year competition
too. “Ghostbusters” was in 1984. As was Tommy Cooper’s death. I can
distinctly remember talking about Tommy Cooper’s death when I was working at
the Royal East Sussex Hospital. Everyone else was saying that they’d seen it
happen on the live TV show “Live from Her Majesty’s”, and all I could
think was who would be sad enough to watch “Live from Her Majesty’s”.
Rather than coming home we took the dogs for a bit of a
walk. What with me working tomorrow I wanted to do something with today, and if
we came straight home after Dog Club we’d never go out again after, so we drove
out to Egerton. There’s a series of geocaches from Hothfield to Egerton; a line
of twenty-two of the things. Periodically we’ve been out and walked a few, then
come back to the car. There were seven left that we hadn’t done. Parking in
Egerton the furthest of them was just under a mile away as the crow flies, so
that made for a rather good little walk. It was a tad muddy in places, and
getting at some of the caches was a bit tricky as the brambles had grown rather
impressively, but we found five of the seven we were after, and had a good walk
too.
I took a few photos as we
walked.
We came home for a wash. Some of us needed washing more
than others. As “er indoors TM” and the dogs snored
I carried on trying to solve geo-puzzles. If any of my loyal readers know of an
app for locating fire hydrants or telegraph poles…
As I puzzled I had a message. One of the pups from Dog Club
has got sickness and dire rear. Had anyone fed her anything? It has to be said
that Dog Club can sometimes be one big feast. She might have had one of the
tiny treats that I give out? Dogs is odd – the slightest thing can set them off
being ill, but then they can have a good feast of fox poo and be fine (other
than rancid farting).
And then I fell asleep…
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