Up relatively early only to find "My Boy TM" had popped in on his way to the market. I was impressed to see him moving about quite so early. A quick bout of brekkie, and we tried to rally as many of the troops as was possible via cyberspace, then I played "hunt the sock". I wish I knew where they all went.
The Bat arrived, and we
set off to collect others. Via the wonders of sat-nav technology we
eventually met up with other friends in Eastling and set off on a
walk round Sharsted Manor. For all that we are only two days past
mid-winter the day was a lot warmer than it has been lately. We had a
lovely walk though the woods. Whilst we were at it we picked up some
of the local geocaches; it would have been rude not to have done so.
We found a dozen or so
caches in the area. All quite large ones, some hidden rather well;
some sitting out in the open.
After a couple of hours
we'd done most (all) of the caches in the Eastling area, and
adjourned to the pub where we had a pint of the Christmas Ale with
our sandwiches. Half our number left us at this point, and a few
hardy souls pressed on caching. We found a series of four caches
names after characters in "The Simpsons". They were
excellent to do, and whilst we were doing them we found a lost
railway track and we lost Fudge. The soppy dog wouldn't come back
when called. After ten minutes calling we went looking for him. I
found him at the bottom of what I can only describe as a small cliff.
He'd either ran, climbed or fallen down it, and once at the bottom he
was stuck and couldn't get back up. He had a look of abject terror in
his eye, and he looked up at me with a very obvious look of relief. I
got him to follow me along the cliff till we found a part he could
clamber up, and then (after a good fussing) we carried on with
our walk. For the next fifteen minutes he stayed within ten yards of
me. Soppy dog.
With the four "The
Simpsons" caches found we went back to the car, and made our
way homewards. Via another eight geocaches. We didn't find one, we
found we'd been within spitting distance of another in the past, and
got bogged down in a serious swamp in the dark. An excellent day out,
but as it had got dark it had got colder, and every time Fudge got on
my lap he made me wetter. It was good to get home, get Furry Face
bathed and to have a shower myself.
With "er indoors
TM" off out bowling I fried up the left
over vegetables from yesterday's dinner. Very tasty. I then pootled
about on the Internet with a small dog fast asleep on my lap. He
seemed exhausted by the day's fun.
I'm rather tired
myself...
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