After another busy night
shift I set off to Folkestone. Littlun had a hospital appointment
today and I was under orders to transport him (and hangers-on)
to Ashford. I'm not quite sure what happened; I found myself in
Dover. I must have missed. To save time I decided to take the short
cut that I knew, and found myself on an industrial estate I've never
seen before.
Fortunately sat-nav saved
the day.
I eventually collected my
crew and cargo and brought them all home. With a little time to spare
we went for a walk round Bowens Field and the park. "Furry
Face TM" started off in something of a
shouty mood; I think that seeing everyone had rather over excited
him. And then the over-excitement gave way to a more "frisky"
mind-set in which he started humping every other dog he saw. I wish
he wouldn't do that. He's been "done"; that was the
only condition I set before we took him on.
As we walked we met our
friend Ralph (a little black pug) who had a fight with Sid.
Dogs do that. When dogs meet they either fight, sniff each others
bums, or hump each other. It is what they do. If more dog owners
could accept this, the world would be a better place.
We came home and found
littlun's GodMother waiting for us. A quick cuppa than she took
littlun (and hangers-on) to the hospital appointment whilst I
went to bed for a while. I slept like a log until they all came home
"quietly" five hours later. I got up, left them to
it and took the train to Canterbury. I was a little early getting to
Canterbury so I spent an hour geocaching.
There is one particular
cache in Canterbury which had become something of a nemesis for
me. You start off with a little walk througgh the park collecting
clues which then lead you to a thicket of stinging nettles. I first
visited this thicket of stinging nettles in February of last year
and have been back at irregular intervals ever since. I failed to
find the thing so many times...
Today was my lucky day; I
found three caches (three!) where this one was supposed to be.
I particularly wanted to find this one as on the thing was written
one half of the co-ordinates of a nearby puzzle cache. (I'd got
the other half of these co ordinates from a nearby simular cache
about eighteen months ago). And so armed with bonus co ords I set
off to a park in central Canterbury to find my geo-target.
There was a minor hiccup
when I got to this park; the hippies were staging a hippy-festival.
But I eluded them and found what i was looking for. Happy dance.
I was actually in
Canterbury for a works booze-up, and so made my way to where we were
supposed to be meeting. I was at the Dolphin half an hour before
anyone else arrived. I got myself a pint and sat in the garden
reading my Kindle app.
I would have sat indoors
but the drunken yobs were a bit loud. Probably harmless; but rather
loud.
Eventually everyone
gathered; beer flowed, and we went off to Parrots for a rather good
meal. Can't really remember much of what happened. I think we had a
good time. I have a vague recollection of Shepherd Neame stout being
drunk (or was that me)...
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