I slept reasonably well, but woke up at half past six
shivering. I had no duvet; where had it all gone? I used Morgan and Bailey as
hot water bottles.
I made toast and had a look at the geocaching website.
Last September I put out a series of caches in Parkwood (near Appledore).
Last night a friend told me that the given hint for the sixth one
didn’t match the actual location. It mentioned a multi-trunked tree and a gate.
That was odd – I can distinctly remember those geocaches. There’s a
multi-trunked tree and a gate at the fifth one; the sixth is at the base of a
big tree. I had a look at the website. I’d written down the wrong hint. You’d
have thought that one of the previous twenty-odd finders would have said
something? But I was glad that the issue was easily sorted. For all that those
woods are a lovely place to walk, there’s something about them that sets Bailey
off. She’s gone missing every time I’ve let her off of the lead down there, and
now I take no chances when we go there, and she sulks as the other dogs are
allowed to run and she isn’t.
There wasn’t much else happening on-line. Fans of
Reform UK and Restore Britain were posting lies about the Labour party and
calling them names. Fans of the Labour party were posting lies about Reform UK
and Restore Britain and calling them names.
I prepped “Hannah” for the day, and with a
couple of minutes to spare I logged into “Threads”. It doesn’t look very
different to Facebook. I logged in to it using Instagram (as it is part of
the same company)… Threads, Instagram, Facebook… three platforms from the
same company all doing pretty much the same thing. What’s that all about?
I Munzed, and Wordled from “names” to “shred”
via “speed” and “shied”, and then we got ready for the off.
With a good day forecast “er indoors TM” had
booked the day off work. Having had a good experience in Whitstable a little while ago we thought we might
try the place again. Ironically a day or so after we came home from Whitstable
last time a series of puzzle geocaches had gone live there. I solved them, and
we waited for another good winter’s day to go on a (hopefully) non-muddy
walk.
We drove to the designated parking spot and had a
rather good walk. The route took us along some of the quieter roads and along a
very straight part of the Crab and Winkle Way. Treacle could be trusted (mostly)
but the smaller pups stayed on the leads; even if Morgan on a lead is akin to
taking a train for a walk.
As we walked we took a little diversion into the
cemetery where we got information from half a dozen different war graves which
would give us the location of a geocache… We got the information, did the sums
and ended up in the hedge of someone’s back garden. The clue said “Top of 3 ft
metal post”
and there was a three foot tall metal post there… but no cache. I wasn’t happy
rummaging in someone’s hedge so we revisited our calculations. A different
interpretation of the questions gave us a location along a public footpath
which seemed a far more likely place… it was only a shame that we couldn’t find
a three foot tall metal post. Ho hum… We
carried on with our walk.
As we went “er indoors TM” found
her fourteen thousandth geocache.
Once we’d covered a shade under three miles and a
shade over two hours we were back at the car. We drove off on a little
diversion to get one geocache which would complete the current series of
geo-treasures for both of us and then we headed homewards.
Via Badlesmere.
We stopped off in the Red Lion for a spot of lunch.
The Red Lion is an old favourite of ours. We’ve been calling in there every
couple of months or so for years. The beer selection is good, and the food is
excellent. The place can be very busy, but today there were several empty
tables… Mind you it was two o’clock and mid-week. We had a pint and a plate of
dinner each. It was rather good.
I took a few photos as we walked (and
scoffed). We drove home past Kings Wood. I toyed with the idea of walking round
there before going home… but decided against it.
We got home – it was something of a novelty not having
to bath the dogs. I read my Kindle for a bit, and then we scoffed pudding.
Having had a decent meal in the pub earlier we had black forest gateau for tea.
As we scoffed we watched the last episodes of “Small Prophets”. It
was a rather good show… it ended with the caption “to be continued”.
I wonder if it will be.
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