In retrospect last
night's phall was a mistake. After six pints of "Cocky"
it seemed like a good idea. After half an hour spent sitting on the
loo at 4am I might just have seen the error of my ways.
Rather than wasting the
day staying within sprinting distance of a toilet I decided to stick
wiith the original plan. The valiant band of tupperware-hunters
gathered (only half an hour later than planned) and we drove
out to Sprivers; a little area of woodland owned by the National
Trust. Seven well-placed geocaches led us on a good walk on a rather
bright (but cold) morning. The caches themselves were good;
some what we might expect; some rather tricky and well hidden. And
some which were rather genius. It was a shame that my being somewhat
heavy-handed broke one of them. I've sent an email to the chap who
hid it begging forgiveness.
I took
a few photos whilst we were out; these were rather pretty woods.
With walk done we then
drove up to the Hop Farm for the monthly geo-meet. This was the
formal lauch of preparations for the Mega-meet in May. I spent a few
minutes chattting with the organisers about the astro club's
involvement in the stargazing event on the first night, I had a
rather good plate of fish and chips. I got one or two hints for some
geo-puzzles which have (till now) eluded me, and despite
having less than full reliability in the guts department I still
shifted four pints of Spitfire.
I then proceeded to sleep
all the way home, and once home I tried to put the hints I'd been
given to use in solving geo-puzzles. And failed... I shall try again
later.
"er indoors TM"
set ooff flogging candles and I put on a DVD. "Essex
Boys" is a film I've seen before; I quite like it; it
was ideal viewing for a quiet evening spent waiting for my guts to
settle....
I think I'll have an
early night.
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