I didn’t feel too good went I went to bed last night;
I didn’t feel much better this morning, but I could sulk or get on with it I
got on with it.
I had my weekly weigh-in; my weight is holding
constant which is better than going up I suppose. I made toast and had a look
at the Internet as I do most mornings. I hadn’t missed much. The political
squabbling continued… the Labour party is seen by pretty much everyone as being
a load of old tosh and the only way forward is seen to be Reform UK… Even
though it’s only a year or so since the Labour party was voted in with a
massive majority because the electorate were sick of the failings of the
Conservative party. And now I personally can’t see how the current government
is much different to the previous Conservative one and everyone wants a new Reform
UK government which (in large part) will be made up of the
ex-conservatives who now infest Reform UK and who they all voted out in the
biggest defeat in electoral history only a year or so ago.
Democracy, eh?
I saw the son of some old friends had a birthday
today… Twenty-seven. Where to the years go?
And I saw that yesterday some people had been walking
round looking for some of the geocaches I’d hidden in Kings Wood and didn’t
find two of them. That immediately gave us today’s dog walk.
I Munzed, made up two little replacement geocaches,
and we set off.
As I drove there was some utter tripe on the radio
about someone who used to work for an oil company and had now written a book
that supposedly had to be explained before you could read it. I was reminded of
all the books we read at secondary school that were supposedly allegorical of
all sorts of stuff which were absolutely nothing at all to do with said books.
We got to the woods and set off on a different walk to
our usual one. We walked out to the geocaches that had been reported as
missing. One was, one wasn’t. And from the last one we wandered through part of
the area of the woods where we would be more likely to see deer… but we didn’t.
As we walked we saw some of the other dog walkers that
we know by sight. And we saw Frankie.
Oh dear…
Frankie was a very small dog who was absolutely fine
with us, but the woman with him was terrified of Morgan and Bailey, and she
acted surprised to find out that when she got out the dog treats for Frankie,
Morgan and Bailey wanted one as well. And Treacle would have been up for a
treat as well…
If you don’t want other dogs swarming round your
precious princess, why open a bag of dog treats when the other dogs are about
five yards away?
But despite the attraction of a bag of dog treats, my
three came away when called.
We got back to the car to see that my MapMyWalk app
said we’d covered a few yards over five miles, and that my watch said we’d
covered a few yards under six miles. I wonder which (if either) is
correct.
We came home where bellies got washed, and I made us
both a cuppa with a lump of cake too. As I’d driven home from work yesterday
I’d stopped off at the little shop in Sissnghurst and got a butterscotch cake.
I filled the bird feeder, I harvested a crop of dog
dung from the garden, I put a load of washing in to scrub. I then emailed the
geo-feds about an idea I’ve had. About thirty years ago a whole load of poncey
artwork was set un in Kings Wood. Most of it has since fallen apart and is long
gone, but there’s one bit still there – an avenue of yew trees planted in such
a way that if you stand at one end and look west (ish) on midsummer’s
eve then the sun appears to set at the other end of the avenue of trees. It
would be nice to see that, and it would be nice to share it. So I thought I
might set up a geo-event for the occasion. But would I need formal landowner
permission? If I do I probably wouldn’t have time to sort it out between now
and June…
I sent an email to see what the geo-feds had to say.
As the rain (and thunder) started I resorted to
my fall-back position of watching episodes of “Four In A Bed”. In
today’s episodes the chap who charged twice as much as everyone else and was
critical of everyone and everything turned out to run somewhere which was
nowhere near as good as the opposition, and he came in last. I didn’t laugh
much.
I hung out the washing, put a load of undercrackers in
to scrub, and spent an hour assessing a trainee’s work on haemolytic anaemias
until I got a replay from the geo-feds. Any kind of organised activity on Kings
Wood would need
formal permission. It’s really daft. There’s nothing
stopping me going up there with a gaggle of mates to watch the sunset. That’s
fine. But if we want to do it as a geocaching event we need formal permission.
I suspect that with four months to go I’ve left it too late for this year. If
only the paid staff of Forestry England could work as fast as the unpaid
volunteers of geocaching dot com, eh?
“er indoors TM” boiled
up pizza which we scoffed whilst watching a couple of episodes of “Small Prophets”. It
was rather good; even if I did spend much of the time watching it trying to
work out what I’d seen the cast in.
I’m feeling a bit better than I did this morning… but
still not one hundred per cent.
