Yesterday I had something
of a rant about the standard of written literacy on geocaching dot
com. There's no denying that the standard of literacy here leaves a
lot to be desired. Partly because I can't find a UK spell checker for
OpenOffice and partly because the keyboard on my laptop is on the way
out. If any of my loyal readers could recommend a decent laptop, I'm
all ears. In the meantime I am bodging through with a US-based spell
checker so please bear with me.
Over brekkie "Furry
Face TM" chased a spider round the room
and I put some laundry in to wash. When we moved "Daddies
Little Angel TM" the other week we brought
home some bags of unwanted clothing. We thought we might wash them
and take them to a charity shop. So I set to washing the stuff. I've
now found where all of my missing socks went. What was that girl
doing with my socks?
I put the lead onto
"Furry Face TM" and we drove down
to collect Lisa, then it was on to Gravesend Golf Course. We'd heard
of some new geocaches having gone live up there recently; ones which
were a little way off of the ground. It wasn't long before we were at
the foot of a pine tree. We couldn't see any sign of a cache, but the
thing had been listed as having a high terrain rating (i.e.
difficult to get to); 4.5 out of a possible 5. So obviously the
thing was going to be "up". The difficulty setting
was rather low, in fact it was the easiest rating there is. And sure
enough the cache was dead simple to find; if only you climbed high
enough up that tree. The cache description said the cache was about
seven metres up the tree; I would in all honesty have said that this
first one was a tad higher.
The second cache was
entertaining; we were deciding which tree to climb (to be honest
on a day like today we would have climbed all of the trees; finding a
geocache at the top was just an added bonus) when I heard someone
telling my dog off. A passing normal person was shouting "Bad
boy Fudge". Fudge wasn't doing anything wrong... that is my
Fudge wasn't. His was. We'd met another dog called Fudge; this one
was a Golden Retriever.
Once the normal people
had cleared off, Lisa voomed up the tree to get the cache and bring
it down. Once we'd done the secret geo-ritual I then "elegantly
ascended" into the canopy to replace it.
This second tree wasn't
quite so high as the first.
We then did some "usual"
(*not* "normal") geocaching in which we both
independently got stuck inside a bramble bush, and then found a "base
of tree" cache before again scrambling some ten metres up a
conifer; Lisa collecting the cache and me returning it. As I
scrambled down I saw that Lisa was talking to some normal people.
They were interested to know what I was doing up the tree. I made
some glib comment about hunting for truffles. For all that everyone
knows truffles are found underground, have *you* ever actually
gone looking for a truffle underground? No - you haven't, have you?
They may well be ten metres up a pine tree mightn't they? People
believe any old drivel all the time that you spout it confidently
enough.
We came home via
McDonalds in Bobbing. We weren't hungry, but a McFlurry always goes
down well.
Once home I put the
photos I'd taken up on the Internet - I remembered to
take some photos this time. I then did some C.P.D. (it's a
work thing), ran round with the Hoover, and set about the
ironing.
I always seem to do
ironing when I have a day off...
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