I slept like a log last
night. A day's hard work does that for you. I got up shortly after
6am and spent a few minutes (half an hour) over brekkie doing
the paperwork and admin for eight geocaches I hid in the Pluckley
area a couple of weeks ago. Chris and er indoors TM"
have also hidden caches in that area; together they make up a
circular walk of about four hours and thirty caches.
I then had a look on
Facebook. I didn't go on there at all yesterday. There were several
invites to walks and outings and the like. One of them caught my
notice; an invite to what ostensibly seemed to be a day's geocaching
fun but when you looked closely it was actually thinly disguised
religion. I wonder how many people will fall for this ruse.
I found this particularly
apposite as I listened to the news on my way to work this morning.
Being Sunday the morning's radio was of an ecclesiastical theme.
Today the pundits were talking about "National
Take a Friend to Church Day".
Apparently today is "Back
to Church Sunday", and the idea is that churchgoers invite a
friend to go to church with them. As a seriously lapsed sunbeam I
can't pretend to be a fan of organised religion, but I have far more
respect for someone who actually openly asks me to church rather than
for someone who tries to trick me by asking me to pursue a hobby and
then slips religion in once it is too late to get away.
If someone had asked me
to "Back to Church Sunday" would I have actually
gone? No. Obviously not - I was working today. Had I not been working
then... I don't know. Quite probably, I expect. If only to get
something to blog about.
I'd left for work a
little earlier than I would normally have done what with today being
day sixty of my caching streak. On Thursday evening I'd located a
cache near a phone box in Canterbury. It was a bit busy in that area
on Thursday evening, so I thought I might do the secret ritual with
it this morning; Sunday mornings are usually quiet. I got to the
location. No one was there. Neither was the geocache. In the
intervening three days the thing had gone missing. I checked my geo
map and found there was another one only five minutes drive away. So
five minutes later I was sitting by the riverside doing the secret
geo-ritual before going in to work.
As always I did my bit at
work. Over a tea break I checked my emails to see if the caches I'd
submitted over brekkie had gone live. They had gone live mid
afternoon. When I came home they were still awaiting a First to Find.
Thirty FTFs going begging in Ashford. Amazing!
I came home to find a
smurf was brandishing something phallic. There are a myriad of
questions that spring to mind. However I find it much easier not to
ask...
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