Yesterday I mentioned
that the weather forecast for today wasn’t good. The best part of
the day was supposed to be happening early, so to take advantage of
the lack of rain I took "Furry Face TM"
for his walk rather earlier than I might have done. We had a good
walk, marred only by the antics of the normal people. One rather odd
looking woman stopped as she saw my little dog coming along the path.
She watched him intently, and when he got within a couple of yards of
her she started screaming. Fudge looked at her with contempt as he
trotted past, as did I.
We carried on with our
walk, and all would have been well had not some silly old cow called
my dog over and started fussing him. I wish people wouldn’t do
that; he’s easily distracted without people encouraging him.
Home; and I settled Fudge
down. With the forecast rain I didn’t want Fudge along today as
he’d just get wet and cold. Lisa arrived and we set off to Ham
Street for Steve. With everyone together we set off to the Medway
towns for a spot of “Extreme Geocaching”.
We arrived at our
destination just as the rain was starting. It was raining – we put
on coats. Our first cache was… how can I say it without sounding
rude? Regular readers of this drivel will know that I am a reasonably
experienced tunnel rat. The first cache of the day was in a tunnel.
It was dark, a little bit cramped, but (not wishing to sound rude)
it didn’t really compare with the tunnels I visited on Sunday.
Having said that, it’s not as though one can choose one’s tunnel.
I’ve been hunting for a decent tunnel for geocachical purposes for
some months now with no success.
The second cache of the
day was billed as "being up". It’s not giving
anything away to say that it was up a tree. Or, that is to say, one
would get that impression from reading the logs. We sent Lisa up the
tree, and when she just got slightly higher than the clouds I saw
something on the ground. It was the cache. Iy must have fallen down.
We opened it, and saw it was a replacement cache. Presumably the
original had gone missing. And then Steve saw something. Another
cache – the original one. It was as well (for Lisa) that
Lisa was the driver. Me and Steve had done the find, performed our
secret geocachical rituals and were ready to move on; leaving Lisa up
the tree.
The third cache was a
multi-cache, and was in many ways a work of genius. I will say no
more about it than that; to do so would be to give away too much.
We would have liked to
have carried on caching, but by now we were all soaked; the rain
hadn’t let up. So we made our way back to the car, scoffed lunch
and came home. I fussed my dog, the wet clothes went into the washing
machine along with a load of shirts, and I spent a little while
ironing. Dull, so dull.
With ironing done I did
some more of my latest on-line course. The "Introduction to
Psychology" course is but a happy memory. Results were
published today - I scored seventy five per cent, which was a
comfortable pass.
Now I'm finding out all
about mathematical
philosophy. As an introduction we have been looking at the
infinite and logical paradoxes. So far it's not making a lot of
sense. In fact I got as far as different sized infinite sets and
stopped in case my brain exploded.
Being Tuesday the clans
gathered - Arden Drive this time. Insults were bandied, and I stayed
awake through a whole episode of Merlin. I like that show - I wish
I'd stop nodding off during it...
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