I slept like a log last
night and woke feleing like death warmed up. My little dog spent the
night on the sofa and he too looked absolutely shattered when I saw
him as I got up this morning. As I pootled about my dog watched me
(like a hawk) from the sofa, whilst all the time pretending to
still be asleep.
I was rather miffed by
something I read on social media this morning; there's been vandalism
down at Dover's Western Heights. "Joe Public" is
up in arms about the matter, and rightly so. But as I've said before,
pretty much all of the Western Heights area has been abandoned and
left to rot; the only surprise is that it's taken so long for this
vandalism to happen. After all, look what happened to Corfe Castle in
the past. It too was just left to rot, and the locals built a village
out of the remains.
With a sizeable
perecentage of the "usual suspects" out of the
country, rallying the troops didn't take very long this morning, and
we set off to Wrotham where we met up with our geo-buddy "Fruitcake"
and her followers.
Eight of us (and two
small dogs) then set off on a geo-stroll. The "Anne
Boleyn" geocache series took us up hill and down dale around
the North Downs. We went through some rather beautiful scenery, and
found some rather friendly sheep as we went too. We passed some
rather nice houses on the way; and had our picnic lunch overlooking
someone's estate. It was at this point that "Furry Face TM"
tried to dig up a tree.
The girls took turns
supervising the dogs; it can be no surprise that my dog needed most
supervision.
We even met other hunters
of tupperware as we walked too.
Billed as nine miles, we
measured the route as being a shade over ten; we were out and about
for just over six hours.
For a hike it was ideal;
for a geo-series... the hides were great, but (not wishing to be
critical) in all honesty I did feel that they were rather spread
out. There were twenty eight caches in the series; there was probably
space for over forty along the way. And we were rather confused about
one of the hints. I maintain that the opposite of clock is haddock
because you can't tell the time with a haddock.
I took
a few photos whilst we were out too.
Once home a certain dog
was bathed. It never fails to amaze me just how much mud can stick to
such a small Patagonian Tripe-Hound. With him bathed and fed he fell
asleep and was snoring; totally oblivious to a visit from "My
Boy TM" who immediately harangued me about
how was tiring that dog too much.
He then gave me some
stick about the unavailability of torches and marched out to the shed
in search of the fishing umbrella he'd left there several years ago.
He's going fishing tomorow; I might pop along.
My piss then boiled at a
post on the astro club's Facebook page. Some woman posted "...we
got down there before 7.30 and spent an hour trying to park, couldn't
find anywhere so came home... what time is it best time to get
there?" I showed tremendous self restaint and didn't
respond. But what does she want? Admittedly half the hall's car park
has been blocked off, and also the place was busy on Friday because
of another meeting in the other hall. However there was an entire
street full of parking spaces not one hundred yards away.
Had she been prepared to
walk for thirty seconds...
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