After a surprisingly good
night's sleep I shared my brekkie toast with my dog whilst we watched
a frankly incomprehensible episode of South Park. I am sure it was
hilarious to most Americans, but I suspect the rest of the world will
watch that episode with the same level of "wtf" that
I did.
We then popped round to
Singleton for Fudge's pal and "Gordon Tracy", and
then went out to the far side of Canterbury for today's helping of
hunting tupperware. The "Woodland Walk" series of
geocaches has only been in place for a few months, but in that time
the chap who hid them would seem to have given up on hiding and
hunting sandwich boxes. The series had several caches that hadn't
been found for some time, so we went fully expecting to have a hard
time. But if nothing else it would be a guided walk along new (to
us) footpaths.
The first two caches we
hunted for weren't there. So we replaced them. Were we right to do
so? What do you do when someone's hidden caches and given up on them.
Some feel the wider caching community should take on maintenance.
Others think the things should be archived to make space for someone
who can be bothered to do the job. There are things to be said for
both points of view.
The fourth cache on our
list wasn't there either, and bearing in mind we had by now run out
of spare caches I put up a request that the thing be archived as it
wasn't there.
Finding ourselves on the
wrong side of the fence for another cache we thought we'd come back
for that one later and we carried on into Fordwich. Yesterday at work
I'd mentioned to a colleague about our planned walk. He'd told me tha
the place might be wet underfoot. It was. Fields and footpaths were
under six inches of water. Fudge was chest deep. As we walked into
the village many of the houses still had sandbags at their doors from
the recent floods.
We carried on our walk
which was then along a large circle through some woodlands with
rather spectacular views. We had a picnic lunch on tables at the
rugby club; no one was there to stop us. The mud was quite thick in
parts, but before long we were back in the village of Fordwich and on
the return leg of our journey. Back through flooded fields to the
car.
We came back on the right
side of the fence for the cache we'd missed earlier, and after
sending er indoors TM" into a flooded
deep ditch we found the cache in question a few yards away from that
ditch. Oh how we laughed.
And then I had something
of an embarrassement. As we were passing we thought we'd have one
more try for that geocache that clearly wasn't there (and on which
I'd logged "Needs Archiving"). We found it. Woops! So I
logged an apology.
We ended up finding all
of the "Woodland Walk" caches. Some were quite hard
finds. The series is there; it is do-able, but needs a little care
and attention. But don't we all? However with an absentee C.O. I
can't help but wonder how long this series will be do-able. Perhaps
it might be better to take the bull by the horns and archive the lot?
I'm glad I don't have to make the decision.
Back to the car. It would
have been good to have done more walking today; it was only 3.30pm.
On summer days we would have five more hours available to us. Being
January we didn't. We came home via two drive-by caches and once home
I hosed the mud from a rather wet and filthy Patagonian Tripe-Hound.
As always I
took some photos whilst we were out. I then put them on-line.
With er indoors TM"
off bowling "Furry Face TM" fell
asleep on my chest as I watched a documentary about the late John Le
Mesurier. It's amazing how loud a small dog can snore...
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