Over the last few weeks I’ve been sleeping on top of
the duvet rather than under it, as I usually do in the summer. Last night I
went under the duvet and slept a whole lot better.
It was all kicking off on Facebook as I scoffed toast this
morning. Forestry England have removed permission for geocaching in seemingly
random parts of the New Forest “due to the respective areas now being
considered fragile to wildlife/plantlife and Forestry England wishing to
restrict (where possible) access to these locations”. I can see their
point; when we were there a couple of weeks ago many of the geocaches were
ridiculously far from any footpaths and getting to them involved bushwacking
through the undergrowth. Sadly the geo-Fed who’d had to enforce the ruling wasn’t
quite as tactful as he might have been. Some people really do go out of their
way to be obnoxious when on-line to people they know they will never have to
face in person.
And I was presented with an advert for a company
which specialises in the cleaning of horses’ willies. What on Earth was that
all about?
I put a load of washing in to scrub, got the dogs on
to their leads and took them out. As we drove the pundits on the radio were
bringing the latest news from Gaza. The locals were saying that the Israelis
have taken to dropping aid parcels from planes… the accusation was made that
these aid parcels were being used as bombs being
deliberately dropped directly
on the settlements and tents of the people they are supposed to be helping.
Were they? I don’t know. All I know of the situation
is what I hear in the news, but from what I hear, the UK is supporting the wrong side.
We went down to Orlestone for a little walk. We did a
once-round-the-woods, and it was rather uneventful. We didn’t see anyone else,
we didn’t roll in anything, we didn’t chase anything, no one vanished into a
thicket… All rather good, if somewhat uneventful.
We came home where “Daddies’ Little Angel TM” had
finished her business in Ashford, so once the washing was on the line we drove
her and Pogo home.
The route back was somewhat circuitous… first of all to
Pegwell Bay and home via Oad Street calling in on three very specific geocaches
as we went. The first was one with a beautiful view over Pegwell Bay. From
there it was a short hop to rummage round a fence in the general vicinity of
Ramsgate. Having round both of those that left us with one more geo-Treasure to
get. With not a lot on the agenda for today and very few qualifying geocaches I
set sail for Oad Street. After quite a drive and quite a walk after half an
hour’s fruitless searching I was ready to give up. But one last go came up
trumps. And seeing how the thing’s last finder found it over a year ago I got
to add to my list of geo-resuscitation, which was a result if you consider that
sort of thing to be a result… which
personally I do. Each to their own.
We’ve now got all the current load of geocaching Treasures…
I wonder when the next lot will come out.
Pausing only for a cuppa and a cheese sandwich, I then
mowed the lawn. What with the heavy rain of last week it needed some mowing.
And with the lawn mowed I ran the hair trimmer over my head. I walked past the
barber’s earlier; for the price of one and a half haircuts in there you can get
a set of trimmers and save an absolute fortune. I got my current set four years
ago; they do last and I’m probably about five hundred quid up on the deal on
these trimmers alone. I don’t think I’ve paid for a haircut in twenty years.
I made us both a cuppa, did some CPD,
and then had a go at my chair workout. I’ve skived on that over the weekend. I
need to keep up with it.
And no day not at work is complete without a bout of
ironing.
By the time “er indoors TM” set off to bowling I was all in… For a supposed day
off I haven’t stopped.
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