You know you've got dodgy
guts when your own farts wake you even though you are wearing a CPAP
machine bringing air from some little distance away. I got up and
spent a little while (far too long) working on a geo-puzzle in
the general vicinity of Dover. With plans to go down to visit the
geo--campers today I thought we might go for this geo-puzzle whilst
we were nearby. It was a particularly nasty puzzle in that having
been set a rather fiendish clue to decypher I was then faced with a
dozen possibilities. And having made the schoolboy error of confusing
East with West I found my entire IP address blocked by the checker.
What especially boiled my
piss over this one was that I then went on to discover that this was
yet another geocache put out by someone who has since given up with
the hobby. For all that the cache is being found intermittently, the
chap who hid it hasn't logged in for over four years. Clicking on the
chap's geo-statistics I saw that of the dozen caches he'd hidden
nearly all of them have been disabled and archived by The Powers That
Be because he'd left them to fall into disrepair.
(Haven't I done this
rant recently already?)
We had an early lunch of
coffee and cake and drove down to Dover. We did a couple of geocaches
as we went. One was listed as having a dozen travel bugs inside but
in fact only had one. Another was listed as being near a windmil;
there were no windmills to be seen. One was near a lovely goldfish
pond; "Furry Face TM" jumped in.
We were actually driving down to visit people staying at geo-camp; it
was only haf a mile's walk from the pond to the camp, and so "er
indoors TM" drove on down whilst I walked
the wet dog there.
We found the geo-campers;
we had tea and savouries. We sat in the sun and chatted for an hour,
and then went to look for that puzzle cache I was ranting about
earlier.
I had a dozen possible
locations along half a mile of country lane; it wouldn't take long to
check them all. All of them were on private land, only one wasn't in
the middle of a field well away from any kind of cover, and that was
didn't have the cache there. If any of my loyal readers fancy having
a crack at the puzzle, it's here.
let me know if you find it,
From here we did one last
geocache (by a bomb hole) and then decided that we were tired
and hungry and came home. We'd had a good day; I even took
a few photos whilst we were out.
We got back to Ashford,
popped round to the designer outlet centre and realised that "er
indoors TM" had lost her i-phone. So we
mentally retraced our steps, and on confirming that the thing wasn't
left at geo-camp we eventually narrowed possible locations down to a
couple of miles of countryside.
To cut a painfully long
story short we found the phone in the last place we looked... I hate
that phrase. Of course the thing was in the last place we looked; we
would hardly carry on searching after we'd found it, would we?
Home (three hours
later than planned) and over tea we watched yesterday's episode
of "Doctor Who". I was interested to see how Peter
Capaldi would do in the role. After all, I was sure he couldn't have
been any worse than Matt Smith. He probably wasn't any worse, but he
certainly wasn't much better.
Since the show came back
to our screens we have seen four actors playing the lead role; all
of whom seemed to think they were playing the part of the village
idiot.
Oh well, I shall have to
wait patiently for the fifth one...
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