As I scoffed toast over brekkie I saw that Facebook
says that I am a “digital creator”. I wonder where it got that idea? I
tried to change it to “fat baldy” but apparently that isn’t a valid
category. I could choose between actor, artist, sportsperson, chef, comedian,
designer… I left it on digital creator. Whilst I was at it I tried to change my
preferred pronouns to “hatstand/fusebox” to be in keeping with what my
LinkedIn account says, but again Facebook wasn’t having it.
I Munzed, got Wordle (spore) on the fourth
attempt, and got ready for the off. Stuffing everything into my current
rucksack was a bit of a squeeze. It’s a shame that the straps on my old big one
have had it.
We loaded ourselves and the dogs into the car and set
off to Edenbridge. There was some excitement as we went up the motorway; a
hot-air balloon was landing in the field next to the motorway in the general
vicinity of Harrietsham. Bearing in mind that you can’t steer those things (they
go where the wind takes them) I rather thought bringing it down near the
motorway and high-speed train line was a bit silly but what do I know?
We got to Edenbridge where we met Karl and Tracey.
There were no girls along today. We set off on a little walk as always laid out
for us by a series of geocaches. We
had a rather good walk. Morgan avoided getting run over; it was a shame that
Karl got rope burns from the lead whilst preventing Morgan’s premature demise.
We found a film pot geocache where we were expecting
to find an ammo can – someone had pinched the ammo can. Who would steal from
the hobby like that?
I found one of my old geocaches – the chap who’d
hidden today’s series told me (some time ago) that he’d been to one of
my caches that I’d replaced and found the original as well as my replacement. I
told him to keep hold of it and re-use it. He had done so; I was rather pleased
to see the thing being used.
We saw a gaggle of llamas who were very inquisitive.
We had bottles of Newcastle Brown Ale with our picnic
lunch; back in the day that was my preferred drink. It must be over twenty
years since I last had a bottle of newky brown. It was rather good.
And with seven miles walked we popped into the beer
garden of The Old Eden for a couple of pints, some crisps, and pork scratchings
for the dogs.
I slept most of the way home.
I took a few photos whilst we were out;
once home I posted them to the internet. As the dogs snored (they were
knackered!) we had a rather good dinner whilst watching the latest episode
of “Lego Masters: Australia” which was sadly won by the team with the
one contestant I can’t stand…
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