I did that horrible thing last night where I woke feeling
full of energy and raring to go only to find it was ten to one. I nodded off
again only to have “er indoors TM” wake me when she
wanted to see who else wanted a tiddle at three o’clock, and then have a mass
panic five minutes later when she couldn’t find Bailey (who was happy as
Larry playing silly beggars in the back garden)
I made toast and had a look at the Internet. A friend had
posted a very interesting quote from Terry
Pratchett (of all people) about this craze of tying flags to
lamp posts.
The trouble with the flag nonsense is that a lot of people
just follow what they think everyone else is doing with no real understanding
of the issues at hand. Take Hastings for example… A little while ago someone there made a big
effort for Ukrainian refugees and there was massive local enthusiasm and
support for this.
This is the same town which had only a few month previously
prevented the local
lifeboat going out to help one of the little boats which was in
distress.
The masses rarely do or say what they actually think or
believe in. They follow what they think everyone else thinks or believes in.
I took the dogs up to the woods. Unlike yesterday’s late
start we were out of the house before sunrise this morning. We got to the car
park at Kings Wood to find only one other car in the car park.
We had a good, if dull, walk. No fox poo, no swamps. The
dogs didn’t see the squirrels, I didn’t see the deer. We met one other person.
His poor dog had what seemed to be a cow bell attached to its collar; you could
hear the poor thing from half a mile away… which is probably why we didn’t see
any deer.
As we walked back to the car there was a strange noise – it
really did sound like a large dog was being murdered in the distance. I wonder
what that was all about.
We did the same walk which we often do, and today my Map My
Walk app said the same walk was quarter of a mile less than it had been the
last time we did it.
We drove home listening to the artist Angela Harding on Desert Island Discs. She
sounded to be a very interesting person, but her choice of music… The first
record was what “Daddies’ Little Angel TM” used to play
(and what I call the mutherf---ker chorus). The second was some strange
poem by Ted Hughes. The third was an operatic thing about birds in Suffolk
which really was howled rather than sung. Fortunately for my nerves we got home
before the fourth choice was played.
Having had my car telling me that all the tyres were a tad
under-pressured I pumped them all up, then we took the dogs on a little
geo-Treasure hunt across the Romney Marsh,
First of all to Ruckinge where the plan was to walk a
circular route to collect two geocaches. Sadly the route wasn’t as circular as
it might be as the stile where the path goes through someone’s back garden was
impassable. To be honest if I had a public footpath going through my garden I’d
make sure it was impassable too.
We then drove down to the church at Brookland where we did
another Earthcache… here’s a geology lesson for you. There’s no rocks native to
the Romney Marsh as the whole place is a marsh. All the rocks were dragged down
from higher ground hundreds of years ago to build stuff, and as buildings fell
down so the rocks were all used in other buildings. And so whatever buildings
which are less than a hundred years old are a total mish-mash of leftovers of
older buildings. Don’t say I never learn you nothing.
Doing this Earthcache got us an e-souvenir. It’s Earthcache
weekend for those who like blagging their geology homework.
We thought the dogs might like a run so we drove down to
Broomhill Sands where dogs are allowed on the beach… Or that is dogs are
allowed on the beach when the tide isn’t in and the beach isn’t under water.
Though I suppose they could have had a swim. They weren’t keen.
We drove up to Coles Wood and had a little walk hunting out
the last geo-target of the day. It would have been good to have let the dogs
run, but the two smallest had both got the scent of something and both clearly
had the red mist up.
We came home and, like yesterday, had a late lunch of
scones with jam and cream. I Munzed, and amazed myself by getting Wordle (lever)
on the second attempt.
I settled on the sofa and had a literary afternoon – the latest
edition of “Viz” had arrived.
“er indoors TM” boiled up steak
and chips for dinner which we scoffed whilst watching the second episode of “Celebrity
Traitors”. I have no idea who the one who got chucked out in yesterday’s
murder was, and today’s episode ended on a cliffhanger in which any of three
could be getting the heave-ho… and I’ve never heard of any of those three
either.
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