I slept well, made toast and had my usual rummage
round the Internet. Again people were up in arms about the state of the boating
lake on Hastings sea front. The thing is a bit of a mess, but sadly it is in
private ownership and the owners don’t seem to be able to make money from it.
As always there was no end of people willing to find fault, and no one willing
to actually help or do anything about it.
I then did a little research. Yesterday I was a bit
dubious about where we chose to park for our walk… and then I saw the Village
Post Office in Challock had been converted into a house. Apparently they closed
for the last time three years ago. It’s amazing what you
miss if you don’t pay attention.
I checked the weather forecast. The plan for today had
been a big walk round Edenbridge, but we cancelled than because the weather
forecast up until Friday gave heavy rain all day today at Edenbridge. Today the
weather forecast was sun with no chance of rain all day, Ho hum…
I Munzed, Wordled, and got on with painting the gnome
platform… then remembered that the first thing I should have done this morning
was to put washing on. Woops…
We took the dogs out for a little Munzing round the
local roads. We went up through Bowens Field where I used to walk Fudge all the
time. The place had changed beyond recognition – an entire boardwalk had gone.
We went up into the town and along Godinton road to the Godinton estate and
home via Singleton Lake. When we went out I thought it might have been maybe
three miles; it was six and a half. As we went we Munzed like things possessed,
capping over seventy Greenies (which was quite a result if you go round
scanning bar codes stuck to lamp posts). And I archived half a dozen of my
Munzees – since I put them out the life belt holders, lamp posts and road signs
to which I’d stuck them had been taken away.
As we walked we didn’t find two geocaches. One was
particularly overgrown with brambles, and someone had been taken short and had
done a crap very close to where the other one was supposedly hidden.
How delightful.
We came home. I hung out the washing then ran round
with the lawn mower and the garden vacuum cleaner. I then sat by the pond
thinking about cracking on with the gnome platform… but only thinking about it.
“er indoors TM” boiled
up some toad in the hole which we scoffed whilst watching this week’s episode
of “Lego Masters; Australia”. There’s a fine line between unreasoning national
pride and xenophobia; sadly one of the contestants is seemingly continually on
the wrong side.
Hopefully she will get thrown out in the next episode…
And it is now three years since my dad died.
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