Perhaps I should learn
moderation in drinking; I never have just the one pint; I always seem
to go for the gallon. But despite having drunk far too much yesterday
I was remarkably chipper this morning.
Nothing much seemed to
have happened in the world overnight, and after a relatively
uneventful brekkie we drove round to collect Suzy and her entourage.
Three of us and two small dogs then made our way (via a petrol
station) to Chislet where a dozen or so geocaches had been hidden
along a vaguely circular route of some four miles. In a complete break
with recent tradition the sun was shining, and it shone all day. It
was whilst we were wandering along this route that I had something of
a milestone - my two thousand eight hudredth cache find.
Four miles didn't take us
long, and so we moved on to the Grove Ferry picnic site for a spot of
lunch (and more tupperware-hunting). We had intended to make
more of this picnic site, but with the place being closed because of the
extensive floods we moved on. We found a few more caches here and
there, and then solved a puzzle to discover a cache hide nearly a mile
away. So we wandered across hill and dale and after quite a hike we
got to within two metres of this cache. But no closer. We were at the
water's edge. We could see where we thought the cache was hidden;
somewhere under the water. So we gave up on that one. And we came
home - despite the sunny day, it hadn't been a warm one, and as the
sun was setting the temperature was dropping.
I took a
few photos whilst we were out.
Once home "Furry
Face TM" had his bath. I tried settling
him, but he was overtired and wouldn't calm down. He did eventually,
and as he snored I watched drivel on the telly.
One thousand channels of
rubbish...
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