Bikes boil my piss. Well, to be fair it's not the bikes so much as the people riding them. Take yesterday for example. I had an interesting altercation with a plank on a mountain bike. I was bringing up the rear of the group with whom I was out walking. I watched the party ahead of me scatter in all directions as an idiot flew downhill through them on his mountain bike. By the time he'd reached me he'd slowed down somewhat. He then launched a bitter tirade about how rude everyone else had been by not saying hello to him. When I intimated that perhaps they didn't like his flying down footpaths on his bike (like a bat out of hell) he got quite mouthy, claiming that he had a God-given right to do just that. Silly fellow.
And then this morning I
nearly mowed down two cyclists whilst driving to work. Both were out
on their bikes on main roads before 7a.m. Sunrise this morning was at
07.56 - it was really dark when I nearly killed them. Both of my
potential victims were clothed entirely in black, neither of them had
any lights or reflectors on their bikes at all. And one of them was
cycling down the wrong side of the road.
And so to work, which was
rather uncomfortable. The elastic had gone in my underpants, and I
spent much of the day hoiking my undercarriage about; doing the job
my pants didn't. It's the sort of thing which is rather entertaining
all the time it is happening to someone else. But when it's your own
junk, it's a bit of a nuisance.
And then home earlier
than usual. I got changed, and was soon zooming up the motorway with
Lisa and Earle. A call had gone up on the Kent geocaching page that
people were going to try for the cache in the sea fort which is about
half a mile off of the coast of the Isle of Grain and is only
accessible at low tide. Low tide as at about 9pm, so a dozen hardy
(daft) souls met up and marched along the causeway. The first
few hundred yards were the muddiest, but people who had been there
before had already gone out to the fort and left a trail of beacons
for us to follow, and set up a ladder. And also arranged for hot
drinks to be waiting for us all. Another of our number brought
muffins, and having explored the fort we had an impromptu
sixty-fourth birthday party for one of our number. I was impressed -
the birthday boy had received a kidney transplant less than a month
previously.
Being a tunnel rat at
heart it was odd - reminiscent of the architecture of the tunnels at
Capel and Dover, but not underground. And having a geocache there was
a nice added bonus. It would have been good to have explored more but
time and tide (literally) were pressing. So we made our way
back along a causeway which I felt was noticeably wetter than when
we'd gone out.
Back on the mainland we
looked for (and found) three more caches that were in the
area. They took some finding - the local geology apparently had a lot
of ferrite which stuffs up GSP readings.
And so home shortly after
midnight to find the Chinese take-away that he most recent fruit of
my loin had left. That made for a nice bit of supper.
We shall have to go back
and explore that fort in the daylight...
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