I got up shortly after seven o’clock, hung out the
washing I’d put on in the night, put more in and looked at the Internet as I
scoffed toast. More and more people were posting about last Saturday’s rally in
London, claiming to have been there. More and more were claiming that it wasn’t
about hatred and thuggery. But still no-one seemed to be able to say what it *was*
about.
I Munzed, got Wordle (Lefty) on the fourth
attempt, and got ready for the morning… making a point of waking everyone else
up. How long can you stay in bed?
I took the dogs out for a walk. As we drove the
pundits were talking about the ongoing situation in Gaza. With pretty much
everyone seeming to be about to recognise Palestine as a state, the Israelis
were getting more and more confrontational, and there were interviews with all
sorts of prominent Jewish people who made a point of being unable to
distinguish between disapproval of Israeli war crimes and anti-Semitism.
We got to Orlestone woods. My plan for today was to
investigate a track I’ve been looking at for some time. A week or so ago a dog
walker I’ve seen a few times told me that it was a lovely little track that
eventually met up with the main path at the southern end of the wood.
What he actually meant was that the track fizzles out
after twenty yards and becomes a poorly marked path following a rather deep
ditch.
We followed the track and the path along the ditch.
The ditch was deep, and there was a barbed wire fence along it, and it wasn’t
long before Bailey was on the other side of both.
Not wanting total disaster I got Morgan and Treacle on
their leads and tied them to a tree, then set off after Bailey. Over the barbed
wire, down into the ditch and up the other side. Morgan and Treacle were very
understanding; I only heard occasional whinges from them as I forced my way
through thickets hunting for Bailey.
After what seemed an eternity (but was probably less
than three minutes) Bailey appeared, and wasn’t at all impressed to be put
on the lead.
Getting her back across the ditch and the barbed wire
fence took some doing…
We (eventually) came home and I got a message
from Gordon. A new geocache had gone live on the way to work. I set off in the
hope of being First to Find. Had there not been endless temporary traffic
lights up the A20 I might have been first…
Ho hum…
I got to work, did my bit and came home. You have to wonder
what half-wit at Kent Highways decided to schedule road works on the A20 whilst
closing the M20 at the same time…
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