I spent a few moments clearing up the builder’s left-over
dinner before I did anything else this morning. To be fair he’d not made a
mess; he’d just forgotten his bag of KFC, and I’d rather the dogs didn’t have
the chicken bones.
I peered into the Internet as I scoffed my toast. There was
a lot of talk about Lord Michael Heseltine who, despite being in his nineties,
was tearing into the Prime
Minister at the Conservative party. He was comparing the current
state of the UK with the rise of the Nazis in the 1930s. A tad harsh perhaps…
The trouble with human nature (one of many of the
troubles) is that people love to find something different in someone else
so’s they can dislike that person. What football team do you support? Are you
fat? Are you bald? How big is your house?... just listen to any comedian on the
telly. All of their jokes are about people not conforming to what is seen to be
the norm. So what is the norm… it is all very well all the time that we are
answering that question and saying that it is us, isn’t it?
I took the dogs out to the woods. Pogo was with us today,
but we didn’t have as long as usual so we went to Orlestone. The last time we
went to a wood that wasn’t our usual one Bailey disappeared for half an hour.
She only disappeared for five minutes today… but did disappear for five minutes
on three separate occasions. I like to let her have a run but…
When we arrived at the woods the car park was empty. As we
walked we saw one other person who asked if we’d seen the deer. Apparently
she’d seen a stag during the week. In all the years I’ve been walking in
Orlestone Woods I’ve only seen deer once. I shall pay more attention in future.
We came home. “Daddies’ Little Angel TM”
had finished her business, so I drove her and Pogo home, then collected “er
indoors TM” and the dogs and we drove up to
Whitstable. The latest load of geocaching Treasures had been announced recently
and there were quite a few virtual Treasures to be had by finding various
things made out of rock and answering the questions about them on the
geo-website.
A lot of people find these Earthcaches daunting, but they
are easy. You just turn up at the specified location, take a selfie with the
rock thing in the background, then send whoever is asking the questions an
attempt at an answer (and your selfie). Realistically the person asking
the questions knows less about geology than the person answering and an answer
of “blah blah sandstone” will usually suffice. On the rare occasion when
you get a question-setter who knows a thing or two about geology you can just
blind them with science by throwing in a few technical terms. “Igneous”, “Pre-Cambrian”
and “Pleomorphic” usually do the trick.
We walked what I thought might be a short walk, but it
turned out to be close on five miles. As we walked we did a set of adventure
lab caches based on artworks painted on various buildings around Whitstable. I
had no idea these mini-Banksies were there – that’s
why I like this silly hobby of geocaching.
We came home for a cuppa and a Bakewell tart and once “er
indoors TM” had been shopping we had ribs and chips
for dinner which we scoffed whilst watching last night’s episode of “Bake
Off”.
And having spent the afternoon in Whitstable doing
Earthcaches, a new one has just gone live…
In Whitstable.
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