I woke for a tiddle at
3am; it was surprisingly cold. I had a vague idea to be up with the
lark for a spot of early morning fishing today. By the time I'd
overslept then had my morning ablution I eventually got to the pond
shortly after 8am. I caught a few tiddlers and was contemplating
making my way back to camp when Lisa and Earle wandered up with a
cuppa for me. There was apparently little life back at camp so we
carried on fishing until summoned for brekkie at 11am. Brekkie was
rather good, and after washing up we all slobbed about for an hour or
so. You can't beat slobbing about in a field.
After a rather protracted
slob we got up. Some had works socials to attend, others had beloveds
to collect. Lisa, Earle and I had seen Egerton on a map and had
planned a ramble round the area doing a spot of geocaching on the
way. We had a really good afternoon in the sunshine; marreed only by
the total loss of phone and internet and GPS signal (which did
make geocaching a tad problematical). On the way we met up with
the Bat and the Hose-Beast, and only failing to find one of the
geocaches we moved into Pluckley. Finding the cache at the church was
relatively easy. We were then planning to walk on to another cache a
way away, but it started raining. The Hose-Beast had some choice
words to say on the matter, and we went into the Black Horse to
shelter from the torrent. By some amazing co-incidence the Black
Horse was staging a beer festival; so we felt it would be rude not to
have a couple of their offerings (including half a pint of the
aptly-named "Thunderer").
Back to camp where Steve
had arrived. We pitched his tent and then did some Hosey-caching.
Hosey-caching is basically home-made geocaching, and the principle
worked vary well. An entertaining time was had by all until the light
began to fail, So we had tea - chicken casserole - and took the
mickey out of "Worzel" until beer was abandoned in
favour of port.
We staggered to our beds
at 2am. Hic!
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