Up early again. The
original plan for the day was to flog paintings at the psychic fair,
but frankly I don't want to give up a day for minimal (i.e no)
profit. The next idea was to spend the day sleeping after a night
cruise back from Dieppe last night, but that was not to be. I might
have been scrubbling around under the ground, but a combination of
trips to Scotland, birthday parties and motor racing made most of the
usual suspects unavailable for the day, and so that plan has been
rescheduled. And I could have done the Rotary club's sponsored walk,
if I had been given more than a week's notice.
So with all else having
failed I fell back on the new favourite pastime. Eight of us set off
to Bluebell Hill and tackled the Griffin's Grizz. A series of twenty
six geocaches (and a bonus one). Up hills and down dales. At
the top of Bluebell Hill, and down by the river for a pint. Along the
busy bypasses, and along some of the most peaceful country lanes. In
hedgerows and up trees. I did spend the day wondering about he
significance of the name of " The Griffin's Grizz";
scrutiny of the Internet has failed to come up with an answer.
In geocaching the terrain
is graded from one (standard pavement) upwards depending on
how impassable the ground is. The highest and most difficult terrain
is graded as five. Today's walk was graded as difficulty five. I
couldn't see it myself. it was rather uphill at times, but we managed
to get along.
We started walking at
10am, and got home shortly after 6 pm, having walked an estimated ten
miles. There's no denying that I was rather tired, and poor little
Fudge seemed absolutely shattered. But it was such a good walk out in
the countryside. Wonderful scenery in the company of wonderful
people. There's pictures
from the walk here.
Home, and we popped out
quickly to gather in the catalogues I'd distributed to the masses on
Wednesday. As "er indoors TM" set
off to find out about the latest developments on flogging candles I
did a couple of on-line surveys whilst next door clanged their piano
and strangled their violin. Not that I'm complaining about the
god-awful racket. I quite like it in fact. All the time they are
making such a frankly awful din they have no justification in
complaining about anything that I might be doing to annoy them. I
just hope they shut up soon. I've had a busy weekend - I could do
with a kip...
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