I don’t know why after
having a spell of sleeping well I was wide awake at 3am. I got up,
shaved, did the washing up, and thought that I might then get back to
sleep. I didn’t; and was solving on-line puzzles before 6am.
Amazingly I solved it right.
Brekkie, and then I took
"Furry Face TM" for a quick walk
round the park. The Normal People were the in force unfortunately.
There was one prize plum with a dog no larger than a small rat on
(about) fifty yards of lead which said rat had wrapped around most of
the objects in the park. Trying to negotiate my way past tangled
leads, trees and benches took some doing.
I then got into a
conversation with a bunch of passing Gurkhas. Normally they are all
terrified of dogs in the park, but apparently they recognised Fudge
because they had seen me doing whistle training with him, and they
thought he was incredibly well trained. I smiled politely and hurried
off before my dog disgraced himself. After all, whistle training
isn’t anything really clever; I blow the whistle and when he comes
at the sound of the whistle I give him a treat. He’s learned that
whistle equals treat, and so when he hears the whistle he comes for a
treat (about seventy per cent of the time). But it seems to have
impressed some onlookers.
We continued via the
co-op field where in a slight altercation with a wolf Fudge nearly
had his head bitten off (quite literally). I have tried to tell him
not to fight with bigger dogs but he never listens. And when he does,
he doesn’t speak English anyway.
We came home where for no
explained reason the silly dog went into his auntie Kat’s room and
spent half an hour barking at a poster. I did wonder if he was
disturbing our delightful neighbour in the bedroom the other side of
the wall. But then it was probably no more of a disturbance than
their clanging their infernal piano so I left him to it.
Lisa came round and we
set off. Firstly to find that puzzle cache I'd solved earlier, and
then we did another cache as we were passing on our way to the
monthly Kent cachers meet-up. It was a good meet - probably over
fifty people there. All good people with a common interest in hunting
tupperware. I'm helping organise a meet next year - I would be
pleased if we have half the turn-out that today's meet attracted.
We had lunch, chatted,
swapped insults, swapped trackables and even did the secret
geo-ritual. My Wherigos received favourable comment; no one mentioned
Earthcaches.
For all that we met in a
pub I didn't have beer. Instead for the price of half a pint of beer
I had a "bottomless coke"; a glass of pop which when
empty I just re-filled. And because it was freee I had far too much.
I think I had between ten to twelve pints of the stuff. I won a
caravan TV arial in the raffle, and we even had cake with the
birthday boy.
Home, and then we rallied
the troops and set off to Hastings for the bonfire parade. We did
find one cheeky cache on the way, but soon we were at my old stomping
ground (the FILO) where we met up with more of our number.
HSL, the competition, uncle Kev; we chatted all night whilst flaming
torches, chips, huge bonfires and spectacular fireworks went off all
around us. Hastings bonfire is one of the year's high points. When we
moved away from the town in 1984 it was run down and going downhill.
Now it's on the up-and-up. Much as I like Ashford, there's not a lot
that goes on for the public compared with Jack in the Green, the
carnivals and bonfires that happen in Hastings...
Five pints of ale meant
that I would probably sleep well...
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