I slept well, but ached when I woke up. I put washing
in to scrub, made toast and had a little look at the Internet in the desperate
hope that something might have happened overnight.
It hadn’t really.
I Munzed, Wordled from “shite” (it took that
word !) to “squad” and had a little look at the geo-map. I didn’t
have time to get the dogs round Kings Wood and back and bath them, and
Orlestone would have been a swamp. So bearing in mind that some new
geo-Treasures were going live today I planned a little circuitous trip to work
to get some of these Treasures.
As I got ready to go on my little mission so Bailey
wanted to come with me. Of all the dogs she seems to get most excited at
the prospect of going out, and I didn't like to disappoint her. But I did.
As I drove off the pundits on the radio were
talking about the criminal hacker Julius Kivimäki
who in 2018 gained access to the treatment records of about thirty
thousand patients and went on to demand ransom payments from both the
company he hacked and individual patients. He ended up with over twenty-one
thousand charges of attempted aggravated extortion, nearly ten thousand counts
of aggravated invasion of privacy, and twenty counts of aggravated
blackmail. Apparently the chap openly played solitaire and read books during
the trial; showing no remorse at all..
There was an interview with the people who defended
him in court... they said that they were in an impossible position of having to
defend the indefensible.
I got to my first geo-target... or the designated
parking for it. I should have realised this was going to be a bad one when my
RingGo app went belly up, but I thought I could pay when I got home and I
persevered. I walked through quarter of a mile of thick mud only to find
someone felling a tree on top of where the geocache was hidden. That
someone got rather aggressive when he saw me minding my own business walking
past... and after a little "conversation" (for want
of a better word) I decided to cancel my subscription to his employers (Kent
Wildlife Trust).
The second and third geo-targets were quite painless
in comparison... I just followed the sat-nav to where it said to go, stopped
the car, got out, did the secret geo-rituals and drove off again.
The fourth was simple enough. Go to a car park and
find the sign with six lines of text. After ten minutes I was about to give up
when I turned round and saw the sign had been behind me all the time. Dur (!)
But once I'd found the sign, solving the puzzle was easy enough and I soon knew
where to go.
The fifth eluded me... I had to find mentions of half
a dozen people in a graveyard. I *think* one of then was mentioned on a
plaque which had fallen off one of the benches.
The sixth involved solving a simple puzzle based on
the stained glass window of the local Methodist church, and having solved the
puzzle the cache itself was easy to find. Or it would be easy for anyone else
to find. I made something of a meal of it...
By then the morning had flown by so I headed off to
the petrol station in Aylesford where cars were queuing back to the road. But
as I arrived one or two drove off from the same pump and I was able to drive
straight in. So I did.
I went on to work... I really should have a lie-in
when on the late shift, but I don't. I do stuff in the morning. Usually too
much stuff. And by the time I show up at work I'm ready to go home to put my
feet up. But I did my bit (as I do), and eventually got home about
thirteen hours after I set off this morning…
Oh and it’s five years since my mum died.
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