I didn't think I was
feeling quite one hundred per cent last night but it is difficult to
be sure after night shifts. I had an early night, slept like a log
and woke feeling like death warmed up. I *could* have stayed
in bed feeling sorry for myself, but what would that have acheived?
Over brekkie I saw a new
puzzle geocache had gone live not a million miles from where I
was planning to go. I can't make head or tale of the thing. It's
something to do with a song by the Psychedelic Furs. If anyone has a
clue as to how to proceed on this one I'd be grateful for a pointer.
So with no idea for the
puzzle I got my gear (and dog) together and we drove off to
Crockam. As I drove the Prime Minister was being interviewed on the
radio. Last week he was interviewed on the telly and came over very
well. Today he didn't. He had only one thing to say, and that was
that the electorate shouldn't vote for Labour, because they are
rubbish. Interestingly this interview was followed by one with the
leader of the Welsh Nationalists who ruled out any kind of coalition
deals with the Conservative party because the Welsh Nationalists
don't like them very much.
Rather than a General
Election, we seem to be having a popularity contest.
I got to Crockham in just
over an hour, and soon our little group was assembled. We met up at
the first geocache, and three of us (and "Furry Face TM")
went for a little stroll. There's no denying my piss boiled at our
second port of call. A multi-cache; well planned and executed. But
the final location was rather close to a school. Realistically not
that close; but closer than the distance that I have (several
times) been told is too close.
We then wandered onwards
and upwards. Quite literally. We'd been advised there was a serious
hill climb early on the route, and there's no denying that I did puff
a little. But the climb was well worth the effort; the views from the
top of the hill were spectacular.
From here we came down.
We walked along well-marked footpaths; for once there was no question
about where we should or should not have gone. I know where I would
like to have gone, and I said so as we walked past the Westerham
brewery. One of the staff was there and we got chatting.
Unfortunately they didn't have any samples to give out.
As the day wore on so the
forecast wind picked up. It was incredibly strong on the open
stretches; but we found a sheltered spot for lunch.
For much of the route
today I played "Cacher's Eye"; not so much using the
GPS as guessing where I would hide a geocache and seeing if I was
right. Sometimes I was correct, and sometimes I wasn't. Obvious clues
such as well-worn paths to certain trees or lumps of rock four feet
up a tree were dead giveaways for some caches; others weren't so easy
to find. Many of the hides were ingenious; mind you the given clues
were far too cryptic for my poor brain.Of the thirty-five caches we
set out to find today we didn't find two. That's quite a high number
really.
It was only a shame that
there weren't more caches on the route. There was probably space for
another ten, but it is easy for me to say that; I don't have to
maintain them.
This time I remembered to
take some photos. You
can see them here.
We did the last secret
geo-ritual of the day at 3.45pm; said our goodbyes and came home. It
was at this point that I got cross. As I drove along the A25
(parrallel to the M26) there was a road sign giveing
directions to Maidstone via the motorway. That would be exactly what
I wanted; or so I thought. However it wasn't via the motorway I could
see. Instead it took me onto the M25 and we went north for several
miles. We finally picked up the M20 where we then sat stationary for
over an hour. A journey which took me just over an hour to make there
took three hours to get back.
When finally home I gave
"Furry Face TM" his bath and his
tea, and once "er indoors TM"
arrived we had pizza and set off to the Admiralty. Rather than
watching any telly we played ChromeCast games and had the occassional
drop of port.
Very nice...
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