With a forecast of thundery showers starting
mid-morning I got out promptly. As we drove to the woods the pundits on the
radio were interviewing the head honcho of some union or other. The train
drivers are all out on strike again wanting more for doing less. I suppose you
can’t blame them really. We all want more for doing less, and if they are
prepared to go on strike until they get it, then they will probably get their
way.
I suppose that in this day and age what with health
and safety what happened a hundred years ago would be a non-starter, but the general strike of 1926 failed in no small
part because a whole load of volunteers went out and did the jobs of those on
strike.
It is the dream of so many people to drive trains
about; I wonder if anyone is game to be a passenger for them?
We got to the woods and walked pretty much our usual
route. We didn’t see any deer today; I blame one particular woman for that. At
the furthest point from the car so I could hear bells clanging and frantic
shouting. Some idiot woman had attached cow bells to her dogs’ collars and was
constantly bellowing at them. Why do so many people feel the need to be always
hollering at their dogs? We walked for just under five miles today and I only
had to call out to my dogs once (when they set off after a squirrel).
As we walked we took a path I’d never walked before. I
knew where the path went; it just cuts a corner. But as we walked it so we
found another of those lookout platforms and a sink hole too. That’s
twenty-eight sink holes I’ve found up in Kings Wood.
We came home. I had a cuppa and Munzed. Our Munzee
clan has reached the first of our monthly goals, which was a minor result. And
I got Wordle (pouty) on the third attempt.
I went into the garden and hacked back the stuff
pouring over the fence from not-so-nice-next-door until the drizzle got to be
too heavy, so I came in and wrote up some
CPD.
And then the drizzle stopped and the sun came out so I
went back into the garden. I got another dustbin full of stuff shifted before
the rain returned and I came back in again.
As the rain hossed down I started working on creating a
new puzzle geocache. When we walked on Sunday I found
what I thought might be a good place for a puzzle. I worked out a puzzle to
lead people to it, and then drove out to hide the final cache. And whilst I was
at it I put out another one as well.
As I drove so the weather had perked up, so I went and
had a look in the garden. I got maybe half an hour’s hedge trimming done before
the rain beat me.
I wrote up some more CPD; my CPD blog has been read
over twenty thousand times this last week. Mind you this one has had a quarter
of a million hits this week. It’s got to be automated bots, hasn’t it? My life
is on the dull side at best. I’ve re-installed the hit counting software to see
if that makes a difference.
We did have a vague plan to take the dogs to Orlestone
this evening, but the drizzle had become full-on heavy rain.
We had a rather good (meat-free!) pasta bake
whilst watching last night’s episode of “Bake Off”. Am I being mean in
feeling that I’m not really warming to any of the contestants?
And those geocaches I set up earlier have just gone
live.
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