Despite a good load of
ale having been sunk last night, a hot humid night interspersed by
"Furry Face TM" having woofing
fits put paid to having much in the way of sleep. I gave up shortly
before 6am and came downstairs to find my dog in his basket, wide
awake, looking suitably subdued.
Over a spot of brekkie I
watched "Here Comes Honey Boo Boo". I've not seen
that show for a while. Today Uncle Poodle was visiting. Uncle Poodle
is gay, and apparently anyone who is gay is called "Uncle
Poodle" by Honey Boo Boo. It turned out to be a term of
endearment, which was nice for Uncle Poodle.One lives and learns.
I then spent a little
while working on the membership survey for the astro club; these
things take ages to compile.
We then set off to
collect Suzy (and entourage) and we drove off to deepest
Sussex where we soon met Dave. We found Pooh Corner (you know - as
in Winnie the Pooh) and walked down to the actual bridge where
(nearly a hundred years ago) A.A. Milne and Christopher Robin
first played Pooh Sticks. I say "the actual bridge"
- it looks like a new bridge to me; but the location is where it all
actually started. Needless to say we played Pooh Sticks ourselves,
and "Furry Face TM" upset the
normal people by jumping in the river and grabbing their Pooh Sticks
as they floated underneath Pooh Bridge.
As we walked I learned
the difference between sessile
and English oaks, we saw pheasants and partridges, we had a
really good walk. After six miles we were nearly back at the start.
We had lunch, looked at the clock, looked at the map, and organised
another six mile hike. We then followed a disused railway line,
found a nice lady fast asleep on a footbridge, and even exchanged
pleasantries with two nice ladies who had matching bicycles (to go
with their comfortable shoes!). I did wonder what term of
endearment Honey Boo Boo would have had for these two - Auntie Poodle
perhaps? But the highlight of the afternoon's stroll had to be our
visit to the charming village of Balls Green. What a wonderful name
for a place!
It was a warm day; we had
regular water stops for the dogs, and we even had a pub stop for
ourselves. A pint of Thatcher's Gold went down very nicely. For all
that I make a lot of noise about ale, you can't beat a cold cider on
a hot afternoon. We had a really good walk; it burned off (about)
one thousand seven hundred calories, and we even found thirty six
geocaches on what was a really good amble. We even found a virtual
geocache, and for those of my loyal readers who roll their eyes at
the entire concept of hunting plastic boxes, a virtual geocache is
slightly more rare than rocking horse poo; there are only three of
the things in both Kent and East Sussex combined. I've now found all
three.
I even remembered to take
some photos this time...
At the end of our walk we
saw the village shop was open; we had ice creams. Even the dogs had
some. We said our goodbyes and set off on our seperate ways home. For
all that I kept nodding off in the car I couldn't help but notice
that the closer we got to home, the wetter the roads were. Once home
I went to get my washing in; it was dripping wet. We'd had a glorious
day in Sussex; it seemed to have rained hard for much of the day in
Ashford.
It didn't take long to
pop the washing through the spin drier and hang it round the house.
Mind you for all that it apparently rained today, it didn't top up
the fish pond much so I ran the hose pipe out and left that running
for a couple of hours. The pond's much fuller now; I shall put that
hose pipe away tomorrow; it's all wet now...
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