I did my oh-so-regular thing of waking up feeling full
of energy and raring to go only to find it was twenty past two. Morgan jumped
off the bed so I got up thinking he wanted to go out, but it was just a ruse so
as he could then jump back on the bed to get the spot I’d been lying in.
I organised him and the other two dogs and then dozed
on and off till seven o’clock when it was getting too warm to stay in bed.
I made toast and had a little look at the Internet as
I do. There was a squabble about fish tanks that I read and rolled my eyes. So
many people have perfect tanks, then for no apparent reason buy a water testing
kit. They then find that this water testing kit claims the tank has issues and
people then trash what was a perfect set-up by adding all sorts of chemicals,
and once the kit says the water is right, they then chuck out half the water
and start again.
And a chap living relatively locally (Rochester)
was selling a full-sized Tardis. It would go rather nicely at the end of the
garden, but three thousand pounds for a little toolshed? (and that’s not
including getting it home from Rochester).
I saw a new geocache in the general vicinity of
Charing. Bearing in mind we really needed a shorter shaded walk for today,
Longbeech woods would do, and this new geocache wouldn’t be much of a
diversion.
As I drove the pundits on the radio were interviewing
Nicola Sturgeon who has just published an autobiography. She was keen to talk
about it; the woman conducting the interview was looking to stir up a fight.
I drove along some rather narrow lanes and eventually
found a space big enough for the car. After a little walk and a little search I
soon had the new geocache in hand.
First to Find too, which was a result.
From there it was only a short hop to Longbeech woods.
The trouble with Longbeech Woods is that unless you are prepared to walk down
the road you can’t make a circular walk. Not that that’s an issue really. We
walked down the road a little, then walked into the woods. We saw quite a few
ants today, we heard a (relative) lot of birds…apparently it isn’t just
my imagination; birds really do go quiet in August. It would seem I got
the birdsong app just at the same time that birds got noisy.
It was as well I took the water bottle for the dogs;
by the time I got back to the car the car was telling me it was twenty-seven
degrees. We’ve officially got
another heatwave.
We came home. My plan for the day had been to revamp
the bog filter with the sleepers I got yesterday, but it was too hot. I wrote
up some CPD, went over my plans for my geocaching adventure lab
in Chilham, played a little Tetris, played a little chess, got incredibly
bored. I get so bored so easily.
So I went out and revamped the bog filter anyway. It
wasn’t as much hard work as I thought. I just took the decorative rocks off of
the sides of the bog filter and lifted the liner away from the sides, put the
new sleepers in place and secured them, then put it all back again. It took a
couple of hours and went a lot quicker and easier than I thought it might. The
only hiccup was that the sleepers for the front of the filter were a little too
long, but nothing that a saw couldn’t put right. And like every gardening job
it looked -pretty much the same at the end as it did at the beginning. If you
look closely you’ll see that the thing is about four inches taller. The water
depth is the same; it’s just got a little more height to prevent overflows (hopefully).
As I fiddled about I saw we’ve got a frog living in
the bog filter. I tried to get a photo but he hopped into the depths.
I then had a stroke of genius. Those timbers that “My Boy TM” gave
me the other week are the right sort of colour to blend in with the rockery. I
could make some planters out of them and they would blend into the rockery
quite nicely. That’s my next project. I was tempted to make a start today, but
I ached too much. Being semi-retired and having free time is all very well, but
it doesn’t take much to have me knackered.
It would have been good to have gone to the woods this
evening, but it was still too hot. I wouldn’t have minded, but the dogs suffer
in the heat; particularly Treacle. It’s bad enough for her in the morning when
it is still cool, but it was far too hot to take the dogs out this evening.
I suppose I could have a look at the night sky later…
it’s the Perseid
meteor shower this evening. Sadly it’s a full moon as well. As I
was driving about this morning the pundits on the radio were interviewing some
expert on the matter. I don’t know who this expert was, but she claimed that
what with the full moon you’d be lucky to see more than one or two shooting
stars an hour.
I won’t bother. I’ll have an early night. I ache.
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