I was asleep for over eight hours last night. That was
a result. I made toast and rolled my eyes as Facebook told me about a roundabout in Chippenham that had been
re-painted with the flag of St George. And as always there was a very fine line
between being fiercely proud of one’s country and an unreasoning hate of anyone
who doesn’t look as though they are of white Caucasian heritage.
I can trace my white Caucasian heritage back to 1760,
but more and more I’m finding myself ashamed of my country rather than proud of
it. Entirely because of the activities of those who say they are proud of it (even
though I doubt they could trace it back more than a few decades at most).
But this is human nature isn’t it? It’s not enough to follow one football team,
is it? You are expected to express hatred to anyone who follows any other.
I got the leads onto the dogs and we went out.
Yesterday as I drove there was all sorts of talk on the radio about how Nigel
Farage was interfering in local council politics. Now it would seem that the
Conservative leader Kemi Badenoch is doing the same.
We got to the woods where we had a rather dull walk.
We went for five very uneventful miles. We chased no squirrels, we didn’t roll
in anything, we didn’t upset anyone. Dull walks are probably for the best.
We came home where, after a cuppa, I went into the shed
and gathered up rubbish for a tip run, then spent a little while struggling
with geo-puzzles, Munzing, and I got Wordle on the fifth attempt before taking
the rubbish to the tip. There was a little queue at the tip. Some lorries were
moving about inside and someone had made a little “closed” sign by
hammering a broken road sign to a broken road cone. It was rather sad to
behold.
With rubbish unloaded I came home where we had a cuppa
and a Whitby bun for lunch, and spent the afternoon writing a Wherigo. As we
walked this morning I’d seen that the forestry people had opened up a new part
of the woods (and opened up new paths too) and had opened up an area
about ten yards in diameter in which the proximity rules of hiding Tupperware
in the woods means I could put a new film pot out. So I did. And this afternoon
I wrote a virtual game of Hide and Seek which people will have to play before
being able to know where the new cache is hidden.
“er indoors TM” finished work and
we took the dogs down to Orlestone for a walk. There was a minor hiccup when
Bailey disappeared into a thicket and was missing for nearly three minutes.
When she does that in Kings Wood I just keep going and she soon appears again,
but “er indoors TM” was laying eggs.
As we walked we met a geo-buddy walking her dog, and
chatted for half an hour or so.
We came home for a rather good bit of scoff. Burgers
went down rather well as we watched more “Below Decks” in which the crew
of a luxury yacht got more and more on each other’s tits as they couldn’t get
away from each other.
And again another supposed non-working day was
full-on. Close on seven miles (and over eighteen thousand steps) walked.
A tip run done, a Wherigo written from scratch, a new geocache created, several
geo-puzzles solved… I’m going to work for a rest tomorrow.
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