That
washing machine needs a good service. I put it on for a quick wash
last night and put a film on whilst I waited for it to stop. It
scrubbed all through "Wayne's
World", "National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation"
and most of "Rocky Horror
Picture Show"
before it gave up on my shirts.
With
the clocks going back woke earlier than usual, and following a 4am
shave I went back to bed. But any chance of an extra hour in bed was
wiped out by a small dog with no understanding of Daylight Saving. I
watched more "Earth 2" over brekkie, remembering
this morning's arch baddie (wearing rags) in last night's film
(in racy underwear).
"My
Boy TM"
phoned shortly after 8am. He was up and about and wonderred if I
fancied going for a fry-up. I did, but time was short so reluctantly
passed the opportunity this time.
And
then on with the business of the day. Having foolishly listened to
weather forecasts for the last two Sundays (and wasted the days)
we decided that we were going out today. Three of us and two small
dogs set off to Hoo on the Isle of Grain. Plumbus's Hoo Massive was
billed as a series of twenty eight geocaches over five miles, and we
felt that would do the trick for today. It did, but...
Over
the last year I've done many geocaches series, and invariably they
are listed as being shorter than they actually are. Today was no
different. All the information said this was a walk of five point
two miles. Two sat-navs independently measured the distance at six
and a half miles.
And
the various cache descriptions were odd. Each cache bore a title
number, one to twenty four (!) but the decriptions following
the title had a different number, one or two higher. For example the
verbals for cache #21 all referred to cache #23.
Most
of the caches needed new logs. many were completely full.
And
the last four caches were missing. That's not "we couldn't
find them"; the verbals all referred to a series of twenty
eight caches, but there were only twenty four for which listings
could be found.
But
that all sounds rather negative, doesn't it? I don't mean to be so
down on the series; it was a very good walk in somewhere that I would
probably never go if not for this silly obsesion with hunting plastic
boxes.
Our
walk finished rather earlier than we expected, so we did a couple of
other nearby geocaches. At one I turned on my Munzee app and
(completely at random) found we were leess than ten yards from
the only Munzee on the Isle of Grain. We also found that we were
within striking distance of a cache which was in a disused milatery
bunker, so we scrambled into that and spent a very entertaining ten
minutes tunnel-ratting. We picked up a couple more caches as we drove
home; finishing the day in church (literally) with my cache
count at two thousand four hundred and ninety nine. I really should
find a special cache for my upcoming milestone.
Home;
and after a rather good bit of tea er indoors
TM"
set off bowling. I watched a couple of episodes of
"Jeeves and Wooster".
Bertie was using treacle to steal a painting. Apparently that is what
art theives did eighty years ago.
Meanwhile
in Downton Abbey there was consternation as Lady Edith found out that
she's gotten herself "in the club". Not to be
outdone, cousin Rose can caught in flagrante in the kitchen with the
jazz singer. And there was disturbbing news from Uncle Harold.
I'm
looking forward to the next installment...
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