I spent an absolute age
this morning waiting for the toaster to pop. Eventually I realised
I'd not actually put any bread into the thing to cook. A small point,
but it makes a difference.
Over brekkie I checked
out the Internet. Richard Parker has invited me to join Twitter. I
can't help but wonder who Richard Parker is. For his information I do
have a Twitter account, but rarely use it #because #I #honestly
#think #all #the #hashtags #look #bloody #stupid. But then, that's
just me, I suppose.
I then actually had a
look on Twitter. My feed was flooded out by people I barely know
making what I thought was references to the rather disappointing
comet that was recently in the sky. I couldn't work out why they were
messaging me about the thing; it's not as though *any* of the
people involved have ever met me. But then this is social media.
People who won't even say "Good evening" to you and
make a point of ignoring you to your face are all over you in
cyberspace.
We drove round Ashford to
rally the troops, then set off to Meopham where we met up with Aleta.
Six of us (and two small dogs) then went on the "Meopham
Madness" geotrail. About eight miles; there were some
serious bits of up and down as we went. I've been on a few walks
round Meopham before - it's a good place for a stroll. As we went we
saw some rather beautiful houses, some wonderful views, and more
turnips that you could shake a stick at. The mud wasn't *too*
bad; we only had to carry the dogs once. I took
some photos whilst we walked.
There was a minor
contretemps when my little dog found a horse with which he could
argue, and he did come off the worse in a tussle with an electric
fence. He's had pokes from those things before; he doesn't like them.
For those who enjoy
hunting geocaches, I can't recommend the "Meopham Madness"
geotrail highly enough. Thirty-six caches along a clearly marked
route with the only cache which really needs some head-scratching
being placed at an obvious place at which to have a lunch break.
We logged two as "Did
Not Find"; one was in a place where a farmer had clearly
been doing work on his fence, and the other was one with which
several others would seem to have struggled.
Once home "Furry
Face TM" had a bath; scoffed his dinner,
and then spent the evening fast asleep. Rather than sleeping myself
(I did that on the journey home) I watched the James Bond film
on ITV. A couple of weeks ago I was rather disparaging about "The
Man with the Golden Gun". Today "Moonraker"
was equally patronising, mysogynistic and dated.
I put the finishing
touches to my latest Wheri-project. All that now remains is final
field testing and putting out the actual cache...
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