This morning’s Facebook feed again showed the
ignorance of the general public. The pub just down the road from where I used
to live has been “saved from demolition”. Sadly there were a
load of people who thought that that because planning permission to build
houses on the site had been refused, the pub was going to re-open.
Several people were banging on about how few pubs
there now are in the area, and how “they” should open more. There’s as
many pubs open in any area as can make a living out of the pub business.
Recently I mentioned the Peacock Inn in
Goudhurst which closed (because it wasn’t making money).
Someone’s taken it on and re-opened it, but yesterday the
Eight Bells in the middle of Hawkhurst (not five miles away
from the Peacock) closed its doors for the last time.
I Munzed (deploying a scrapstar), and Wordled. I
started with “vague” and got one letter right, but in the wrong place.
But that did help. My second try was “civil”, then “ivory”
finally ending up with “privy” on the fourth attempt.
As I fiddled about Steve was on the radio doing the “Guess
the Lyrics” competition. “And the night goes by so very slow. Oh, I hope
it won’t end though”. I had no idea – it was “Alone”
by Heart.
I had no idea either.
We drove round to Repton and Dog Club… We had a good
time with the usual mayhem. It was a shame that Roo had to kick off right at
the very end, but that’s what dogs do. And with Dog Club done we drove to
Northiam.
We’d had a vague idea that we might have gone to the
main day of the national geocaching mega-event
week in Norfolk today… purely because it was *the* national
geocaching event. But the last one we went to was something of a disappointment.
I’ve been to seven mega-events, Five of them involved a lot of travel to be faintly
disappointed, and the other two sort-of happened in the background whilst we
were at a weekend-long camping event. These mega-events are really geared up
for the people who are staying for the week.
With a three-hour trip to travel the one hundred and
sixty miles to get there for a day trip, I would have gone stir-crazy on the
way, and we wouldn’t have got there till the early afternoon. We decided
against going. Maybe next year we could hire a cottage in the area of wherever
it is going to be (somewhere in the West Midlands, apparently).
Instead we went to Northiam where there was a set of
geocaches on (mostly) flat ground which would get us most of the latest
set of geocaching Treasures that were released last week.
We had a very good walk. The footpaths were well
marked and clear. As we went we saw some squirrels and a herd of deer charging
across the fields. There was a strange fellow with an umbrella, but he kept his
distance. Bailey went rogue for about ten seconds, and came back having lost
her name tag. We’ll get another from Amazon.
We took a lot of water for the dogs. It was only a
short walk – a mile less than what we walk round the woods several times each
week, but I for one was glad to get back to the car at the end.
I took a few photos as we wandered.
Once home I did the geo-admin, posted the photos of
our walk, and counted the Dog Club Money. Bearing in mind we ask for one pound
fifty per dog I was rather bemused to end up with nineteen pounds thirty pence.
“er indoors TM” popped
out. Over the summer she checks up on the cats of various friends who are on
holiday. I stayed home with the dogs.
“er indoors TM” returned and we spent
the evening playing “Ticket To Ride” on the Infinity Table.
I
lost every game…
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