Last night's rain was
terrible. I looked oout to a very bright morning as I scoffed my
brekkie. Whilst "Furry Face TM"
woofed at a world which was doing nothing to offend him I worked on
my latest project. Once it's ready I shall tell the world what it is.
But not yet. I'm mysterious like that(!)
Chris arrived, and we set
off to Singleton for the rest of our party, and then it was on to
Pluckley for a geo-walk for four of us and two small dogs. The
Pluckley Plod is one of the county's better geo-walks; but then I
might be a little biased in thinking this. We set off along Chris's
stretch of the walk. Starting at the Dering Arms we went cross
country alons some rather pretty footpaths, then up through several
orchards. It was sad to see how few apples were on the trees compared
to how many apples were laying on the floor. Surely they should have
been picked by now? Having said that it was obvious that it was apple
picking time as there were many empty apple crates stacked about
waiting to be filled. Interestingly the crates were all labelled
differently; some Gala, some Golden Delicious. And all labelled as
produce of South Africa.
We walked down through an
orchard of plum trees (is "orchard" the right word?)
and came to the Swan pub in Little Chart. It was lunchtime so we
thought we might eat our sandwiches in the pub's beer garden and have
a pint. We found both the beer garden and the pub were empty. That's
not "not many people" - that's "completely
empty - no one there at all". I went to get a couple of
pints (etc) to have with our sandwiches which we were planning
to eat at the far end of the garden. The sour harridan behind the bar
told me they were running a pub, not a picnic site.
We took our money
elsewhere; and I would advise all my loyal readers to do the same.
It was shortly on from
here that I thought that "Furry Face TM"
might like a run off of the lead. Will I never learn? I let him off
the lead; he ran about a bit, rolled in fox poo, saw a pheasant and
was off like a bullet out of a gun. I eventually captured him fifteen
minutes later several hundred yards away, wrapped in brambles and
stuck in a river.
He went straight back on
the lead after that.
With dog captured we
carried on our walk. After the excitement of hunting down an errant
tripe-hound the rest of the walk was relatively uneventful. We got
back to the car after five hours walking; a good stroll. And so home
where "Furry Face TM" had his
bath. Such is the penalty for fox poo. I then checked my emails.
earlier in the week I hid two Wherigo caches. A Wherigo cache
involves downloading a package, playing a GPS adventure on your
phone, and finding a cache. Neither of these two Wherigo caches had
been found despite there having been over twenty downloads. Either
people haven't got round to them yet, or there is a problem with
them. I do hope not; both worked well in field trials.
Saturday night found me
"home alone". er indoors TM"
was off out watching films; and seemingly the rest of the universe
was out on the beer in Folkestone. I settled down with my dog (who
was snoring after his walk) and watched "American
Beauty"; a fiilm I'd been recommended some time ago. It was
really good. How many other gems are still waiting my discovery...?
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