I lay awake for a while
last night listening to the rain. It wasn't supposed to be raining.
I sulked about what the rain might do for my plans for the day.
A spot of brekkie, and
Steve soon arrived. In a novel break with tradition I was driving
today. Having got rather damp in Robertsbridge last week, today I'd
planned a geocache trail that should keep us out of teh mud. Out to
Bethersden, on to Tenterden, then Newenden and Northiam; then coming
home via Oxney and Woodchurch. I thought this might fill the morning.
We started off at a phone
box in Bethersden, Then into the church yard and along the start of
one of my favourite walks. We found a cache in a place I've walked
past twice this year. We moved on to what was once a favourite pub of
ours: the Royal Standard. This became an Indian restaurant some time
ago, and featured favourably in a blog entry six years ago. Today it
is still a restaurant, and marks the starting point of a multi-cache
that we couldn't find.
We moved on to High
Halden. Steve went on to the Play Store and downloaded a geocompass
which he put to good use at two premium multicaches. We were again
lucky in St Michaels, but we couldn't find the cache at Tenterden
church. Having parked the car in Tenterden we were reluctant to move
it so we thought we'd stroll down the road to the next cache. We
should have driven; it was miles away.
Rolvenden was our next
port of call. And I was hungry. We popped into the local shop who
made us a sandwich while we waited. We ate our lunch in the sunshine
and then did a couple of caches nearby; one of which was in the most
beautiful of surroundings.
On to the cat sanctuary
by the pond shop to find a cache covered in rat poo. Yuk! And on to a
phone box in Newenden where we were again lucky. Northiam saw out
luck begin to change. We found two out of three. Beckley was disaster
- total failure; but we did find some very friendly horses who gave
us an idea for a geocaching
challenge.
It was with a sense of
relief that we again started finding caches on the Isle of Oxney.
One of which was at the church - a church I've walked past a few
times over the years. This one was my five hundredth geocache. Five
hundred in two and a half months. That's not bad going.
Up into Woodchurch where
we sort of failed. I say "sort of" - this was a
cache that I'd done before but Steve hadn't. We could see it, but not
get to it. I flagged it as needing maintenance and we came home. What
I thought might be a morning's outing covered fifty miles and over
six hours. Must do it again.
And so home to find our
period of dog-share has started again. Fudge was pleased to see me,
but after an initial bout of excitement he soon settled down. I also
found a washing machine full of wet stuff I'd set going this morning
and forgotten about. Woops! Whilst Fudge charged round the garden
woofing at next door's dogs I sorted out my smalls. I then checked
Facebook whilst playing "tug o war" with the
pestilential pup. I'd forgotten how rancid his bottom can be.
Being Tuesday the clans
gathered. This time at the Admiralty. It was a shame that the Rear
Admiral didn't realise we were all coming, but a good time was had by
all. Even is Fudge did disgrace himself by destroying Sidney's toy...
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