I felt a little fragile
when I woke this morning. Can't imagine why that might have been. We
had some brekkie, and rallied the troops. We had plans for the day -
plans that had been abandoned last week because if the snow. And
despite the rain we went ahead with our plans.
The sat-nav had some
difficulty with local place names, but we think we knew where it
meant by "Gravy-send" and "Ro-ches-tor"
and we soon parked up in Higham railway station's car park. Shoes
were swapped for boots and we set off. A country walk - a walk for
the dogs, and one or two geocaches along the way. Smif's stroll,
Lumi's loop, and one or two other caches as we were walking past
them. Some were quite straightforward to find, some were trickier.
Some on roadsides, some up trees, some in hedges, and some nearly
having us in small rivers. But we came up trumps on most of them. In
fact we only failed on one, but that was one that had been washed
away in recent floods, and we met up with the cache owner who
confirmed that we'd found the correct hidey hole and told us to log
it as found as we signed the log of the replacement cache.
The earlier rain had
given way to a bright, if rather windy day. Our geopositioning
apparatus (oo-er!) told us that we'd covered some seven miles
by the time we got back to the car. As we arrived there something
upset the dogs who had a serious woofing fit for no adequately
explained reason.
We then came home the
scenic route via a few more geocaches. One church micro saw me
ripping my new trousers. These were a Christmas pressie - I wasn't
impressed. Another church micro had us finding a rather obscure
hidden obelisk which had been built in honour of an MP from years
ago.
Just as we found a cache
at a pub known locally as the "Wonky Donkey" so the
rain started. Rather heavily. And bearing in mind that the light was
failing we decided to call it a day and come home. A good day's
walking and exploring. And we'd increased our geocaching tally by
another thirty as well.
And so home. We dropped
off the troops at their homes and came home. Fudge was bathed as he
was filthy. He'd picked up rather a lot of mud during the day. I then
stitched up the hole in my trousers - they will live to fight another
day.
I was rather worried
about Fudge. He seemed incredibly clingy, following me like a shadow.
But when I sat down he sat with me and was soon snoring. The day's
walk had worn the poor dog out.
If truth be told it had
worn me out too. But it was a good walk. Geocaching is a seriously
good way to find new places for walks in the countryside. And, as
always, there are photos
of the day on-line.
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