The dogs were rather restless last night, and when they are
restless so is everyone. They eventually settled, but I didn’t really. I got up
at half past six, made toast and had my usual rummage round the Internet as I
do every day. I suppose back in the day I used to read the newspaper which was
equally drivel-esque.
There was a photo of the old Sainsburys supermarket in
Hastings on one of the old photo memory pages. I remember that place – I always
used to work the night before Christmas eve so that I would follow the family
to Hastings on the train on Christmas Eve morning. My brother would meet the
train and we would have a pint or two then go to that Sainsburys where mayhem
ensued. As the shop was going to be closed for a day, the panic-buying was
ridiculous. Some bargain would be announced on the Tannoy and there would be a
stampede for that which you’d never normally buy in a million years. People
would whip things from your trolley in desperation and so my brother would sit
in the trolley, guarding the stuff we would buy and we’d take home to mum a
whole load of stuff she neither needed nor wanted, and would throw out in the
New Year. Happy days.
I also had a look at the “Hematology” Facebook page. Some
work-related Facebook pages are good. Some are interesting. Some are quite
educational and I learn a lot. This “Hematology” one is worrying in that
someone will post a photo of something or other and ask what it is, and no
matter what it is the answers will range through every medical condition from “perfectly
healthy” to “three weeks dead”. And the more obviously wrong any
given person is, the more aggressively arrogant they are that they are correct.
I Munzed and Wordled, and got ready for the day. We drove
down to Old Romney where we met Karl and Tracey, and we then went on a little
wander across the marsh. It was a shame Morgan had to roll in fox muck quite so
early in the day, and Treacle didn’t help by paddling in the stagnant puddles.
In a novel break with tradition it was Bailey who ended up the cleanest. Our
walk was on flat ground which was just as well. Usually when up the woods we
cover just over four miles; we walked over nine today.
As is so often the way our route was mapped out for us by a
series of geocaches; thirty-seven of them along lanes and tracks and up trees.
Most of them were found relatively easily; one was missing so we replaced it.
From the hint and previous descriptions it would seem that if it was there it
would have been an easy find. There are those who demand that replacing missing
ones is up to the chap who hid it; personally if one of mine has gone I’d
rather someone replaced it for me. I can pop out a new pot in less time than it
takes me to whinge that it needs to be sorted.
After nine (and a bit) miles and five and a half
hours we were back at the cars. We took a short drive home and had pizza and
crisps in the garden. And beer. I opened a bottle of port to find it had gone
off. Rather than being a ruby-red colour it had gone brown and lumpy.
I didn’t know it did that.
I took a few photos today. As I
do. It’s been a while since we went on a decent day’s walk. We used to do it
all the time – must get back in the habit of doing so again.
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