The clocks went back an hour last night so I was wide awake
an hour earlier than usual and spent far longer than I usually do laying awake,
hurting every time I moved, and desperately wishing I hadn’t spent so much of
yesterday evening fast asleep in front of the telly.
I put several clocks right, made coffee (but not toast
this morning) and had a look at the Internet.
As I pootled on-line so I listened to the radio. As it does
on Sunday mornings the radio was talking about religious stuff. It started off
by trying to bridge the gap between churches trying to welcome in the gay
community, and the Bible quite clearly saying that gay is wrong. Various
windbags wittered on at length in the hope that if they blathered on long
enough people would stop listening (it works with most sermons that most
vicars make, doesn’t it?). It speaks volumes that no official
representative of the Church of England and no bishops replied to the formal
invitations to come on the show and speak.
And there was an interview with some Catholic or other who
seemed to think that the Church of England have appointed a female Archbishop
of Canterbury purely to spite them.
This was followed by a live broadcast from some church or
other. Back in the day I was very religious, but it is some time since I saw
the darkness. As I listened to the service I found myself again questioning the
basic tenets of Christianity. Why did Jesus have to die? Because humanity
didn’t follow God’s (frankly strange) rules? Couldn’t God have made
those rules a tad more obvious to humanity? And why does the creator of the
universe need to be told how wonderful it is all the time? Is it *really*
that insecure?
In all my time in the church (I ended up a Steward in the
Methodist Church you know) I never found any two
people who actually agreed on what the Church was all about.
I don’t know the meaning of life or what life is all about,
but from experience and observation I’m pretty sure that the Christian Church
has got it wrong.
The Internet was much the same as ever. My social media
feed was alternating between adverts for ornaments celebrating dead pets and
people mourning the death of June Lockhart (Maureen
Robinson in the 1960s TV show “Lost in Space”)
I had an email telling me that someone wanted to comment on
this diary. Yesterday I mentioned that Florence and Stacy both thought they
might try to get me to advertise their scam; overnight Arnold tried to get me
to advertise the same one.
I Munzed and got Wordle (plump) on the last attempt,
then walked up to town.
The monthly geo-meet-up was a breakfast meet in
Wetherspoons this morning. Being spread over a couple of hours it’s quite
possible I missed several friends, but I got there for the start and had the
medium breakfast and chatted with a dozen friends until I got the message that “er
indoors TM” was outside with the dogs. I took over dog duty
and she came in for a bit.
Can you believe Wetherspoons don’t allow dogs in?
We then drove up to Sevenoaks. Bryan and CA had acquired a
load of jigsaw puzzles that were surplus to requirements and wondered if “er
indoors TM” might like them. It was good to catch up;
for years we would meet up at kiting events but over the last few years we’ve
hardly seen each other at all. We really must do something about that. We
didn’t stay anywhere near as long as we might, but Treacle was getting very
fractious and shouty.
From Sevenoaks we drove a few miles south to Leigh for the
first of our dog walks. The latest “Treasures” thing on geocaching
involves hunting out a particular sort of geocache with particular attributes,
and there were thirteen of the things in Leigh. We had a very good walk; the
terrain was flat, there weren’t any animals in the fields. It was a very good
walk. Treacle had a good run, but Morgan and Bailey stayed on their leads. We
didn’t really know the area, there were a lot of fences Bailey could have run
through, and they had the red mist up having seen several squirrels.
The walk was called “The Sixty Minute Stroll”; it
took us an hour and three quarters. From there we headed home, but took a
little diversion at Sissinghurst where we parked in Digdog Lane and walked half
a mile down to Sissinghurst Castle and back again as there were three more of
those geocaches along that path.
The footpath from Digdog Lane to Sissinghurst Castle was
perhaps one of the busiest footpaths I have ever seen; there were dozens of
normal people wandering up and down. None of them saw us doing our
geo-nonsense, but we did have to wait quite a while for the normal people to
pass. Having Bailey in a bit of a barky mood helped to chivvy them away.
We set off with sixteen of these particular geocaches in
our sights; we found fifteen. We had a rather good day today.
We came home for a rather late lunch of a cuppa with scones
and jam and cream, and after a little slobbing about we had a very good dinner
which we scoffed whilst watching “Canal Boat Diaries”.
It’s a good show which follows the adventures of some chap sailing round the
canals of the Midlands on his narrow boat.
I for one wonder how he finances this…
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