I was laying in bed last
night having a last minute check of my emails before going to sleep
when I saw something that wound me up just a little bit. Regular
readers of this drivel might recall a rant I made a week or so about
locations of geocaches. The guidelines say that they shouldn't be
near schools or youth clubs. Last week I found what I thought would
be the ideal place to hide a cache, but I then realised that it was
right on top of a children's farm. So I immediately rejected the
place as a potential hide. At 11.30pm last night I read that a cache
had been hidden in that very spot. I considered ranting on the
geocaching forums, but decided not to bother. Instead I thought I'd
take Fudge to find it in the morning.
But I couldn't sleep. I
went onto the Kent Caching page where a fellow cacher was egging me
on to go to find it. After an hour I realised that "er
indoors TM" was still up and about, and
was talking on-line to another cacher. And Fudge wanted a walk
anyway. So three of us (and Fudge who doesn't like geocaching)
set off to find this cache. My GPS took us almost exactly to the spot
where I had been planning to hide the cache. And within five minutes
I was feeling rather smug having found the cache. In true "Team
ELF" style I carried on searching before standing back and
being smug. Within another minute we were all feeling smug, Even more
so when we opened the cache and saw we were the first ones there. At
1.08am. I'm not normally a fan of night-caching...
Mind you I am still
rather miffed about this cache. It is on the footpath by a farm
project aimed at children. In fact it is not two yards from the
farmland. The cache I had turned down was ten times further away (and
on the other side of a very busy road) from anywhere aimed at
kiddies.
Perhaps it’s not
surprising that I slept well. After a spot of brekkie I took furry
face for a walk round Bowens Field, through the park and home. He
seemed to like it. On the way home we met the first fruit of my loin
who was on his way home too. He seemed well, for all that he was
moaning about having a cold. A quick cuppa. and the Folkstonians
arrived. One of them did her own thing whilst me and the Rear Admiral
set off on a mission.
Being the end of November
we thought there might be bargains to be had in Camping
International. So we set off there. As it was quite a while since I’d
been there, we used Sat-Nav. Woops. Now perhaps I made a boo-boo, but
if you put “Camping International” into Google Maps the
place comes up with the correct address and post code. However when
you then use that same map to navigate to the shop, it takes you to
somewhere just over ten miles closer to London. Bexleyheath to be
precise. (Go on – try it out!) Oh, how we laughed.
By the time we eventually
found Gillingham it was gone mid-day, so we popped into Gina’s café
for a spot of lunch. Very tasty. And then on to Camping
International. There were one or two tents that looked quite good;
but still more expensive than on eBay. So we came home. And in
another triumph of Sat-Nav we almost (but not quite) came home
via Sheerness.
Once home we found the
most recent fruit of my loins, and after a quick cuppa took the dogs
for a walk, reprising the route we did this morning, but in reverse.
Whilst out I managed to rip a hole in my fleece. I wasn’t happy
about that; but I think I’ve managed to stitch a repair which will
do to be getting on with.
And then we spent the
evening scoffing curry and watching episodes of Star Trek. Good
times...
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