Despite it hurting to
move I had a reasonable night's kip. I was still wide awake and up
and about hours before the rest of humanity though. I spent a little
while solving on-line puzzles in which random sequences of words,
pictures and letters somehow lead you to the location of plastic
boxes concealed in tree roots. I solved several over brekkie, but one
had me foxed. If any of my loyal readers have any idea about
cipher breaking maybe they might like to give it a go... I finally
came up with the actual solution.
We then set off on a
day's lame-o-caching as "Daddies Little Angel TM"
would say. First of all we found one in Bethersden which I had been
looking at for months; if for no other reason than it was the closest
cache to home that I hadn't yet found. With that one under my belt
there are now only three more to find within a seven mile radius.
And as it was on the way
we also stopped in High Halden for a couple of multi-caches. I'd
found these over a year ago when out and about with my Ham Street
Lover, but it's always fun watching others when you know where the
thing is hidden.
We then drove down to
Tenterden for the main part of out day's walking. There are fourteen
geocaches round and about between St Michaels and Tenterden, so we
parked up in St Michaels and prepared to get going. It was at this
point that one of the usual suspects send word that she wouldn't be
along because she'd only just got up (!)
But we carried on with
our walk. Today's route wasn't a logical series; it took some
planning to keep on track. We started with a random one-off cache and
moved on to the bonus cache of a small series (which we found
through blagging the clues from the internet). We then followed
the small series into Tenterden, did a different series of caches in
Tenterden, then followed the second half of the original series back
to the car; fitting in another random one-off cache on the way.
Because we were picking
up an assortment of geocaches hidden by an assortment of people, the
standard of hindes was very variable. Those caches in the countryside
part of our Tenterden trip were (for the most part) in need of
a little T.L.C. Most were damp, some were rather wet, a few were
absolutely sodden. Several had maintenance requests logged; one of
which had had the request for maintenance logged over a year ago.
It's a shame when people put these plastic pots out and then just
leave them to fester.
On the other hand the
ones in more urban areas seemed to be well-maintained. Even if one
was just outside a school...
The fields were muddy as
we walked; the two digs got filthy. there was a dodgy little episode
when little Suzy-pup tried to run past everyone whilst we were
crossing a bridge. Rather than getting in front she slipped in mud,
crashed into "Furry Face TM",
bounced off, and plummetted off of the bridge into the river six feet
below. She didn't like that very much.
Once home I washed teh
mud off of "Furry Face TM"; there
was quite a bit to wash off. I then washed all the camping tea towels
I'd accidentally left in the garden since I moved that fridge a week
ago. Woops! And with that lot washed I set about washing and ironing
shirts before solving more puzzles whilst watching telly until er
indoors TM" came back from bowling.
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