I slept rather well; finally getting out of my pit at
eight o’clock. Yesterday as I scoffed toast I mentioned that we found a brand
new unpublished geocache with which we did the secret geo-rituals. This morning
as I scoffed toast I saw that the thing had been published,
so I logged it.
I also saw (via Facebook) that the pub where we
had last month’s geo-meet has had a drunk driver drive his car right
through it, and some rather aggressive woman in Gillingham was
not only asking for free turfs, but wanting people to
deliver them as well. A tad cheeky when you think that turfs go for a fiver
each in B&Q. I was reminded of when we dug out our biggest water feature we
had loads of soil left over. I offered it on one of those Freecycle sites and I
had quite a bit of abuse from some chap in Challock who was incensed that I
wouldn’t deliver the stuff.
I munzed, and got Wordle (minty) on the third
attempt which was rather impressive for me.
The plan for today had vaguely featured an early start
and going to a geo-meet staged by Ralph in honour of a little canoe-ing trip
down the Medway. But going there would have entailed being in Tonbridge by nine
o’clock which would have meant leaving home by eight o’clock at the absolute
latest…
We decided against that idea.
In the last week someone mentioned that one of “er
indoors TM”’s geocaches had gone missing… well, not so
much gone missing as they’d dropped it inside a post. You’d think people would
carry spares, wouldn’t you? And then the next person to go looking for it
logged that they couldn’t find it. As I said a couple of seconds ago, you’d
think people would carry spares, wouldn’t you?
So we loaded the dogs into the car and went down to
Rolvenden for a little walk to replace it. Whilst we were at it we had a look
at another of her caches which had had reports of being difficult to find. The
description was “behind the log” - when we got to with four feet of
where my phone said we should be there was a log. And behind it was what people
claimed they couldn’t find.
But, if nothing else, we had a good walk. As we walked
we got chatting with one chap in his garden who gave us a handful of plums
each. They were rather good. The walk round the Hole Estate in Rolvenden is a
good one. Three and a quarter miles through some beautiful scenery (including
a Christmas tree farm) in less than two hours with a pub at the end (we
skipped on the pub today).
I took a few photos as we walked.
We came home. I hung out the washing and we had for a
cheese roll for lunch, then had a lazy afternoon in the garden. I dozed for an
hour or so, then we scoffed dips that we’d got in for last weekend’s garden
party. I voomed round the garden with a watering can, gave myself a haircut,
and just when she wasn’t expecting it I gave Bailey’s nose a trim. She’d got
some wispy fur that was making her eyes water, so that came off.
She didn’t like it.
I then had a go at my twenty-minute
chair workout. As I’ve said before, for all that my arse doesn’t
leave the chair, it gets my heart going and has me sweating.
“er indoors TM” boiled
up a rather good bit of dinner which we scoffed whilst watching the first
episode of the latest season of “Lego Masters: Australia”. I had no idea
it started three weeks ago – catch-up TV is such a bonus…
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