As I scoffed toast I this morning saw an advert on Facebook
for a company called “Geocaching Adventures”. Some bunch
organizes worldwide holidays and takes groups of people geocaching. Presumably
taking the punters right up to the actual rocks under which the film pots are
hidden? These holidays are about three thousand quid per person… volunteers
like me hide these things for people to enjoy and someone else comes along and
makes money out of it? I suppose I’ve just got the hump because I didn’t think
of it first?
And there was some chap posting to a UK retirement group
that I follow. Having retired a couple of years ago he sold everything, bought
a camper van and now lives a nomadic lifestyle driving wherever he feels like
going in the UK. A week or so of that would be fun, but living your life like
that? There are so many unaddressed practicalities. How do you wash your socks
for a start?
The rain wasn’t showing any signs of letting up so I
decided against going out this morning. There’s no fun in getting wet and
muddy. I put a load of washing in to scrub, and thought I might give backgammon
another chance. I gave up after five minutes; I can’t see the attraction of the
game. I had a go at Tetris… and soon lost interest in that too.
I Munzed. Being the first day of this month’s Clan War I
deployed some cards and a guardian too. There’s never a dull moment in Munzee.
I got Wordle (spasm) on the fourth attempt, and then played Mahjong
whilst listening to Michael Sheen on Desert Island Discs. He was
rather interesting.
“Daddies’ Little Angel TM” needed a
lift, so I chauffeured her about. As I came home afterwards I saw that the rain
had eased up so I took the dogs up to the woods. We walked a different route to
our usual one. I had an idea that we might miss some of the hills, but with the
car park at the highest point it is difficult to avoid them. As we walked I saw
yet more of those red toadstools. They seem to be everywhere in Kings Wood at
the moment.
And we saw a stag.
With its antlers it was as tall as I am. It walked down the
path toward us and stopped about ten yards in front of us. It looked at me, and
looked at the dogs. We looked back. As I reached for my phone to spark up the
camera so it slowly walked into the undergrowth to the side, and by the time
I’d got the camera app running the stag was long gone. There’s a part of the
wood where I feel we are most likely to see the deer. Whilst we walk that mile
I have the phone out and the camera ready. We were half a mile past there this
morning when the stag appeared…
And then the rain started. Well… not so much rain as
drizzle. Or not so much drizzle as fog. Or low cloud really. I’ve mentioned
before that on days like today we drive up to the woods and up into the low
clouds. Today as we drove down the hill so the visibility improved as we left
the cloud behind and above us.
We came home for a warm bath. Bailey was wet and cold,
Treacle had been paddling in muddy puddles, and Morgan had been rolling in
something foul. I had my suspicions as to what it might have been, but I
generally find it best not to try to get too much conformation of just what it
is that a dog has rolled in. It is sufficient to just hose it off and give the
dog a good soaping.
With dogs scrubbed I had some peanut butter for late lunch,
wrote up some CPD, then had a
little doze.
“er indoors TM” boiled up fish
and chips for tea which we scoffed whilst watching the final of “Destination
X” which turned out to be in… I won’t say where it was. I won’t give
spoilers.
But it was a good show. A sort-of cross between “Race
Across The World” and “The Traitors”; it was only a shame that I
took a dislike to every single contestant. In retrospect I wouldn’t have been
happy with the final result no matter which one won.
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