Back in January I mentioned that Forestry England were
charging to park a car in Battle Great Wood. Last night Steve told me that
Forestry England are going
to start charging for parking in Kings Wood. Bearing
in mind our average walk, and bearing in mind the cost of parking at Battle
Great Wood that would set me back about thirty quid a month.
So I joined
Forestry England which costs eight quid a month and
gives me free parking. This morning as I scoffed my toast I saw that the tree huggers are contacting
Forestry England to find out what the new parking charges will mean for them. I
wonder if they are hoping for a discount. And quite a lot of locals were
oh-so-happily showing off their ignorance about how the world works. Kings Wood
is run by Forestry England. It is utterly and totally nothing at all to do with
either the local council, the county council or any of the privately owned
local building companies. But still those with single-digit IQs were ranting
about how some vague “they” were planning to chase everyone out of the
woods so that “they” could build more houses.
Building in those woods is an argument that was done
to death twenty years ago.
I Wordled from “great” to “wreck” in
three goes. I Munzed, opening two qrates and getting two more.
I went upstairs and got dressed maybe not as quietly
as I might have done. I wanted to get a move on and everyone else needed to get
up anyway.
With time shorter than usual I took the dogs to
Orlestone. As we drove the pundits on the radio were saying that what with the
Strait of Hormuz closed, Russian oil can now be bought… *if* it is first
processed in another country. What’s that all about?
We got to the woods and walked a couple of miles. The
dogs were well behaved; it was a shame that Bailey had to roll in fox poo, but
there it is.
As we walked I ran the “Map My Walk” app. In
January I accepted the challenge to walk
one thousand kilometers over the year. I’m
over half-way.
We came home where Bailey had a bath. With soap (!)
I got changed and leaving “er indoors TM” and the
dogs I set off to work a bit earlier than I might have done. I'd
looked at Google Maps and saw that to get to Whelans (in Sheerness) the
quickest way was to go up the motorway. It was a shame that no-one had told
Google that the Operation Brock stupidity was back in place. I drove the
sixteen miles at seemingly a snail's pace stuck behind a rather wide static
caravan which was taking up both lanes.
I can remember at last year's elections the Reform UK
candidate was quite clear that under a Reform UK led county council, Operation
Brock would be a thing of the past. Mind you they said the same about stopping
the illegal immigration and sorting out the flooding at the Asda underpass,
didn't they? You don't suppose that they just said that black was white and
made all sorts of claims about which they would be utterly powerless to
implement purely in order to get elected, do you?
I got to Whelan's. Yesterday I phoned the garden
centre that I couldn't get to (because of the traffic) and found that
the water feature fountain ornament that I wanted was far too expensive. I had
this idea that Whelan's might have something at a much better price.
They did.
Whilst I was there I saw a rather nice little bird
water bath thingy. I thought that I might get that as a little pressie for Karl
and Tracy. I'd be driving past their house on the way to work so I thought that
I could park up and using my ninja-like stealth I could sneak it into
their garden, and then disappear like a shadow, leaving them
scratching their heads in wonderment about where the new ornament had come
from.
It was a good idea which was sadly thwarted by their
motion-sensitive camera.
I need to work on my ninja-like stealth.
From there I went on to Aylesford Aquatics. Three
years ago I
slated the place on Google reviews and it hasn't got any better in the
meantime. I had an idea I might get the hoses I need for my new water
feature... Let's just say that I sighed and walked out, and leave it at that.
I then drove on to the petrol station at the nearby
Sainsbury's where I got petrol and lunch. Getting lunch took some doing. I
can't help but wonder if I was being thick... It turned out that despite every
single food item being labelled as "meal deal", only certain
items were actually in the meal deal. The woman behind the till felt that it
was rather obvious what was and what wasn't in the deal, and seemed to
think that the labelling was some sort of advertising or artwork. It
certainly wasn't in any way intended to let people know what was and wasn't in
the meal deal.
I sighed again.
I then went on to the late shift which was busier than
I'd hoped.
I’m not a fan of the late shifts…
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