As I scoffed toast I saw a new puzzle cache had gone live on the
Romney Marsh. I had a look at it… I could solve that I thought. Once I’d worked
out what an exonym was (!) and realized that nine minus six wasn’t six I
had the location of the thing. It was at that point that Gordon messaged me
about the cache.
I had a look on the map… it wasn’t very close to the road,
but I had a little time spare so I thought I might chase after the FTF.
Leaving “er indoors TM” with
instructions to get herself and the dogs ready I drove off to the marsh. I
parked up and looked at the geo-app. I was right. The geocache I was hunting
was half a mile from the closest parking point, but it was a rather good
morning for a walk. Joggers and cyclists abounded, and there were a few people
wanting me to tell them who had the rights to fish the nearby canal. They weren’t
at all happy that I had no idea.
I came home to find “er indoors TM” and
the dogs raring to go. Pausing only briefly to deliver a birthday card we made
our way to Kingsdown where the April geo-meet was taking place. This month we
had a litter picking session on the beach. It was rather good walking along the
beach chatting with friends. We gathered loads of rubbish. Treacle gathered a
dead dogfish and carried it for over a mile up and down the beach. We were
quite happy for her to carry the thing, but I drew the line when she started
chewing on it and tried to eat it.
After an hour we went back to the meeting point which (as
luck would have it) was at a pub. A pint of Whitstable Bay pale ale slipped
down very nicely on a warm day. And after a while it was either time to make a
move, or to settle in to the pub for the afternoon.
We made a move; I’ve settled in to pubs for the afternoon
before. It can get messy.
As we’d been gathering rubbish on the beach we’d found two
stages of a series of Adventure Lab caches. We took a little walk to find the
last three stages, and whilst we were at it we got a couple of nearby geocaches
too.
I took a few photos as we
walked. I do that.
We came home, and had a late lunch of a ham roll, some
crisps and another pint, then I nodded off in the sun for an hour or so. I woke
with a rather bad neckache.
I munzed and wordled much later than I usually do. “er
indoors TM” boiled up a rater good roast dinner which
we scoffed whilst watching episodes of “Dogs Behaving Very Badly”. I can
thoroughly recommend that show – after an episode of that anyone would think my
little wolf-pack are angels.
I might have had too much sun this weekend – I’m not
feeling on top form.
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