I
woke feeling surprisingly chipper this morning. Having had an elegant
sufficiency of Hatherwood's bitter last night (Asda's
finest - pissed and change out of a fiver)
and a surfeit of Woo Woo I was up and moving about with only mild
pain at 7am.
I got on the scales -
I've put on weight again this week. Which isn't surprising bearing in
mind what I've been scoffing.
And
so into the car, and off to collect one man and another dog. It would
have been good to have collected more people, but the excesses of the
demon drink and the demon SingStar had taken their toll. Pausing only
to avoid colliding with the Redemption Bus (the god-botherers get
everywhere!) we sparked up the sat-nav and set off to Hartfield
in deepest Sussex. We soon found Dave and Tracy, and off we went.
Today
my beloved was charged with supervising Furry Face as my back was
still tender. I hobbled along with my walking stick instead. Fudge
only ran off once; he wasn’t given a second chance – it was
straight back on the lead after that. The mud was thick and deep –
probably the worst mud I’ve seen in many a walk. At one point one
of our number got stuck in the mud. Actually physically stuck. We
didn’t snigger much.
As
we walked I was pleased to see catkins and pussy willow. And
snowdrops and daffodils. Spring is definitely on the way. Bearing in
mind that last Sunday it was snowing, today was a glorious day. A
really good day for a walk. Through fields and forests, paths and
lanes. We enjoyed our picnic in the open, and even saw two loads of
deer.
And
no walk is complete without finding one or two geocaches. We found
all of the twenty six that we hunted for today. I only left my
walking stick behind once!
In
retrospect today’s walk was probably a tad ambitious for me.
Usually on any walk I am charging away at the front; today I was
bringing up the rear. Perhaps eight miles was too much when you
consider that only three days ago I could barely move. Finding the
pub at the end of the walk was a very welcome sight. As was the pint
of Harvey’s. There are piccies
of the day here:
Beautiful
scenery – there are many other series of geocaches down in that
part of the world. We shall certainly go back there soon.
Home
again. Dave and Tracy came with us, and once home the troops gathered
for an impromptu session. We solved the mystery of the stuck compass,
we drank beer, and even saw off a bottle of port. I do like having a
houseful. It was a shame that being a Sunday people couldn’t stay
that late and have more beer…
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