The plan had been to be waking up in a holiday cottage in
the West Country, but events had conspired against us and I was scoffing toast
and peering into the Internet on the sofa as usual this morning. The Internet
was still there. Not much had changed overnight; little ever does. There was a
new series of geocaches in New Ash Green… I can remember going there in 2019… at the
time I said about the pub we visited “we arrived to find it full of drunken
thugs shouting profanities whilst trying to race toy cars around the bar. We
walked in and walked straight out again.”
I wonder if the pub has improved; I can’t say I’m keen to
go back.
I Munzed, got Wordle on the fourth attempt and then spent a
little while talking to the Jehovah’s Witnesses who called round. I know I
shouldn’t argue with them, but they wind me up. According to them absolutely
everything that is good in the world is a gift from God. But absolutely
everything that is bad is the fault of either man or Satan (both of which
God blessed with free will) and in no way attributable to God. And all of
this is utterly beyond question because it says so in the Bible, and the Bible
is infallible because it says so in the Bible.
No matter what point I raised with the chap he had an
answer which was frankly laughable, but he was completely convinced with his
veracity. As I tried to reason with him I was reminded of myself of forty years
ago when I was a Steward
in the Methodist Church (I really was!).
I took a deep breath and got ready for the day. Yesterday
we went to Whitstable collecting specific geocaches for the “Fossils”
series of geo-treasures. As we were fossiling yesterday we found one or two
other geocaches which counted towards another series of geo-treasures, so today
we had a little outing hunting out more geocaches which counted towards that
River Expedition Puzzle series of Treasures. Each one we hunted out had a
unique difficulty and terrain rating.
We started off on a green in Willesborough, and from there
moved to a footpath in Brabourne where despite having been whinging for a
tiddle for five minutes, Treacle flatly refused to empty out.
We then went to Bossingham where there is the most
impressive windmill, and then lurked suspiciously (and unsuccessfully)
outside a church in Elham.
We fussed donkeys in Tilmanstone, saw a huge hornet in
Little Mongeham, and found a very small tree house in Tickenhurst.
We had a rather good walk from the church in Ickham before
having a little stroll in some woods in Hackington.
We were rather worn out by the time we got home.
We had a rather late lunch of scones with jam and clotted
cream (there’s five hundred calories), and looked at the geo-map to plan
an adventure for tomorrow. Hopefully we can complete the “Fossils”
series of geo-treasures and almost (but not quite) finish the River
Expedition Puzzle series.
Over a dinner of pizza and garlic bread we watched the
first episode of “Celebrity Traitors”
which featured Sir Stephen Fry, Celia Imrie, Jonathon Ross, Jethro Palmer (from
“Viz” magazine), the postman from “After Life”,
the annoying camp one with the squawky voice, the dopey blonde who was married
to Jon Richardson, some woman with an epically huge chest who seemed vaguely
familiar, and over a dozen other so-called celebrities of whom I’d never
previously heard.
Have you ever watched the show? Three of the contestants
are “The Traitors”. The rest have no idea who is a traitor and who isn’t.
During the day they all work together and every evening everyone tries to work
out (randomly guess) and chuck out a traitor. Because only the traitors
know who is a real traitor, the real traitors don’t get chucked out and everyone
pretends to be surprised when the wrong ones get the heave-ho. And then every
night the traitors get to chuck out anyone who had got any inkling of who
should actually get the bum’s rush.
It's actually a rather good show…
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