I had to go to
Canterbury for very dull reasons this morning. So I went only to find I had
wasted my time. I had originally planned to take the train, but it’s very
inconvenient and actually costs more than driving. So I drove.
Having realised
I’d wasted my time I thought I’d make the most of a bad episode by seeing what
geocaching I could do. There was one cache in a park which I knew was missing,
but I’d emailed the C.O. and asked if she would mind if I replaced it for her.
She was happy for me to do so, and so as I was passing I popped a new cache in place.
I then made my way
round to the cathedral. There was a cache based on the place. There was a
puzzle based on the entrance to the place. I solved the puzzle and came up with
an answer about half a mile away. So I walked that half a mile to find myself in
a rather grotty back alley in one of the less salubrious parts of town. The
hint to find the cache said to rummage in a certain place. I rummaged only to
find a discarded hypodermic syringe. I didn’t bother looking any more. I logged
“did not find”; I think I might have been forgiven had I logged “Needs
Archiving”. Perhaps I’m being harsh, but there are very few caches hidden
in Canterbury. There must be dozens (if not hundreds) of better places
than that.
Whilst in the area
I called in to Golding Surplus for a pair of trousers. I
found they sold ammo tins too. Might get one at some point.
I carried my walk
round past the railway station where I spotted another cache from several yards
away. My plan was then to look at a multi-hide along by the river, but the
riverside walk was closed. So instead I went to McDonalds. Whilst in there I logged my visit on Facebook
as “Enjoying the freak show”. It may sound harsh, but it was a fairly
accurate summary. I reviewed the place on Facebook as “Good food. Shame
about the shrieking harpie clientele”. There were half a dozen women in
their late twenties pretending to be in their early teens screaming at each
other. There was a O.A.P. convention trying to spread four people across the
entire building. And there were two rather thick gentlemen who, on discovering
that chips were filled with potatoes, were asking everyone and anyone why they
don’t make chips with different fillings.
I came back to the
car via Canterbury Castle (which I could now get in to), and once home I
had a cup of coffee and watched a film. Pi was an odd film. The premise that irrational numbers contain a message
from God is not a new idea, and it is a story which has been done better. But I
only slept through about half of the film, which for me is something of a
glowing endorsement.
I then did this
week’s part of my course about the history of the Internet. Week Three was all
about early browsers and Mosaic. I got full marks in the quiz; and felt rather
smug about it. I then popped the lead onto “Furry Face TM “ and took him round the block. He seemed to
like that.
And with those who
bowl doing that sort of thing I settled down and watched Star Trek IV on the
telly. I’ve not seen that film for a while. More holes in the plot than I could
count, but its Star Trek and can be forgiven a few hiccups…
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