I slept like a log last
night. However I'm very conscious that my idea of a good night's
sleep isn't what everyone else would think it is. I got up shortly
before 7.30am which for me was something of a lie-in. I scoffed
brekkie, got my stuff (and my dog) together and set off to
Bethersden. I've been planning to put out a series of geocaches in
the area and today was Phase Two of the project. My plan was to do
the walk I did last week, but the other way round. The idea being I
might find the footpaths I missed first time round. I also hoped to
suss out exact places in which to hide sandwich boxes.
As we drove down the A28
we passed the point at which my route crosses that road. I made a
point of looking at the time. It took three minutes to drive from
there to where I parked the car, and forty five minutes to walk back.
There was a minor
disaster. A week ago when we walked the route for the first time I
waypointed thirty five potential geo-hot-spots on both "Hannah"
and on my phone. Within minutes of starting walking I realised I'd
inadvertantly deleted all of them from my GPS unit. Oh I did swear.
Mind you my phone saved the day. Again.
However using the phone
to find my geo-hot-spots I was able to re-waypoint using "Hannah"
and I later found that my initial co-ordinates (which were on my
lap-top) were good. So I suppose I was able to double check my
earlier work; which was a good thing.
As we walked "Furry
Face TM" tried to chase a rabbit, and we
caught a glimpse of a small lizard. Those things are *fast*.
We also saw friendly horses and ponies and (some of our number)
rolled in fox poo.
My plan to walk in
reverse order worked; we found the footpath for which I was searching
last time. And I found hiding places for loads of sandwich boxes. The
only really down side to today's walk was that within a few hundred
yards of getting back to the car my dog dived into a river then
climbed out through the mud. But filthy Patagonian Tripe-Hounds
notwithstanding, after four and a half hours and a shade over eight
miles we were back at the car.
I'd
taken a few photos as we walked. Once home I bathed those of our
number who had been rolling in fox poo and then posted those photos
on-line. My mum likes that sort of thing. I scoffed a quick sandwich
whilst watching this week's episode of "Dominion"
then started preparing all the on-line stuff for my Bethersden
geo-project. It only took three hours to do.
As I worked I got a
message - I'd won something.
Regular readers of this
drivel may remember that a month or so ago I went to the annual
national convocation of tupperware hunters. It was a really good day
out, and next year we are seriously considering spending a week at
the annual convocation. It will be in north Wales, and I follow the
Facebook page of the people who are planning it. Earlier in the week
they'd
had a competition. "Why do you love geocaching?"
I answered "A different dog walk every time". They
decided that was the best entry and I was the winner.
I've not won anything
worth more than a tenner in financial terms, but I'm really chuffed
about it. Unbearably smug doesn't come close to describing me at the
moment.
I scoffed a rather good
bit of tea, and then spent the evening camoflaging sandwich boxes.
Never a dull moment...
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