I slept well… again apart from rather vivid dreams
which gain might well be down to the “Ticket to Ride” game. Last night I
found myself in a rather dubious Eastern European prison for daring to use
public transport.
I made toast and had a little look at the Internet. There
were again endless political rants. As time goes by it is becoming apparent
that the biggest problem our government has is the Prime Minister himself. I’m
not saying he’s bad. His problem is that he is neither a showman nor an
entertainer. Boris Johnson, Nigel Farage and Donald Trump all entertain the
masses. Sir Kier is just dull. If he were to smile a bit and throw in a few
jokes, his popularity would soar.
I also saw that yesterday some old friends had gone to
an afternoon of live Irish folk music. One of them has had a rough time lately;
I was glad he’d had a good time. But personally I can’t imagine much worse than
an afternoon of live Irish folk music. Each to their own, I suppose.
We got ourselves and the dogs organised and set off
for a little adventure. A week ago a new series of geocaches had gone live near
Beckley and all of them qualified for the latest series of geocaching
Treasures, so we thought that might be today’s walk. It was a shame that the
sat-nav took us along a rather stupid route through Rye when it would have been
quicker to go through Tenterden, but that’s sat nav for you. We got there
eventually.
We had a very good stroll through woods I think I used to walk some fifty
years ago. Some kids used to play football in school games, some played hockey,
some played rugby. I was in the group that went for country walks.
Despite it being mid-winter there wasn’t too much mud, and we saw
buzzards and robins. We covered just under three miles in just over two hours
and would have got round much quicker had the dogs not chased off on missions
of their own… three times. When we are in Kings Wood the dogs are as good as
gold. When we go somewhere new so they play up. Bailey especially.
Geocache-wise it was an excellent walk with decent sized caches with very
good co-ordinates. There was one point where the instructions would have helped
us if they’d said to backtrack, but they didn’t so I stomped a straight line
through the woods. It was a shame that two of the caches were already damaged.
The bag containing one had split, and
someone had been heavy-handed with a 3-d printed Yule Log and snapped it. So we
sent a message to the friend who’d hidden it to tell them. Normally I’m only
too happy to repair and replace as I go round, but these two needed rather
specialized replacements.
We stopped off on the way home to pick up a cache on the way home… and
that one was rather special too. Based on a local trig point it was a 3-d
printed model in the shape of a trig point.
I took a few photos as we walked.
We came home. We decided against stopping off at
either of the tap rooms we were passing. We had a cuppa and a cheese roll
instead and saved thirty quid.
I spent an hour or so slobbing on the sofa reding my
Kindle, then we had a light tea of pizza and chips which we scoffed whilst
watching an episode of “Amandaland”;
a spin-off of “Motherland” which I loved. How did I miss this spin-off.
And then we played more “Ticket to Ride” in
which I got a shade too ambitious.
Oh – and today would have been my mum’s ninetieth
birthday…
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