I’ve been sleeping a little longer than I have been lately,
but I’m still wide awake a couple of hours before everyone else. It don’t help
that the bed in the cottage screams in pain whenever there’s any movement on
it.
I got up and had a little look at the Internet as I do. The
geo-feds have given a tentative thumbs-up for the idea of a geo-rally so that’s
something I might sort out when we get home. Or might not sort out. In the few
days since I had the idea I’ve rather gone off of it.
My heart sunk when the weather forecast said heavy rain…
and then I realised the weather forecast was for back home, Not where we are at
the moment.
I munzed, got Wordle on the last attempt (stilt – stupid
word) and went back to bed.
After an hour or so I got up as the dogs wanted to go
outside. Again they were far more interested in hunting than in doing that
which they were supposed to go outside for, but that’s dogs for you.
I then spent a little while perusing the bird book, and
then spent a little while peering at the bird feeder deciding what bird was
what. It takes some doing when they all look pretty much the same.
We then had a full English brekkie. That was rather good…
With brekkie scoffed we set off to Fritham. We parked up
near the pub and walked three quarters of a mile down to Anses Wood where we
hunted out a series of geocaches.
They took some hunting.
It didn’t help that the paths round the wood weren’t as
clearly marked as they might have been. Or in any way marked at all. And it
really didn’t help that the geocaches were seemingly deliberately placed as far
away from any paths as was possible. There’s some “right to roam” thing
in the New Forest which apparently means that you can just stomp wherever you
like. Personally I prefer the rules that are applied back home where you hide
geocaches in relatively sensible positions only a step or two away from the
paths, but what do I know?
With walk walked we wandered back to where we’d parked the
cars, and having unloaded what we didn’t need with us we went over the road to
the Royal Oak… only to find the place didn’t open on Mondays. As we stood outside
and pondered what to do so three other groups came and went. They are losing so
much money by not opening…
We decided to try the Royal Oak in North Gorley. This one
was open and welcoming. We had a pint and some nuts and another pint and some
olives and another pint and fish and chips. The food there was rather good. I’d
certainly go back there.
We came back to base. The ladies went shopping, we had a gin
and tonic and lost Bailey. I say “lost” – she didn’t go that far away
really(!) And with dog recovered we had a game of “Sorry” and
some profiteroles and another game of something or other which I completely
slept through.
It’s hard work being on holiday…
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