Over brekkie I saw some
of the Kentish cachers were having fun in France. Some were in
Vancouver a little while ago. Social media is great for following (or
cyber-stalking) what people are up to. And with brekkie scoffed I
walked "Furry Face TM" round the
roads. He likes his morning perambulation, and (for once)
today's passed off without incident.
Once home again we packed
a picnic lunch then set off to Folkestone. The motorway was again
blocked because of whatever nonsense the French were up to this time.
It rather annoys me that whenever the French have niggles and
squabbles they blockade Calais which then brings most of Kent to a
standstill.
If we as a nation are
going to continue with France as a trading partner then traffic needs
to get to and fro.
Realistically the time
has now come to tell the French that they can p*ss off and either cut
off all relations with them and close Dover-Calais route altogether
or send in the army and the navy to re-open the lines of
communication.
The current arrangement
simply isn't working for anyone.
We eventually got to
Folkestone where we collected baby Jake (and assorted entourage).
Since yesterday was his birthday, today we had a little birthday
trip to the zoo. "My Boy TM" and
his contingent eventually met us there; having had a terrible time
trying to get out of Ashford (again thanks to the French).
Seven bigguns and three
littluns then had a day at Wingham
Wildlife Park. We watched feeding time for otters and penguins,
we watched the antics of coatis and meerkats. We avoided getting
tiddled on by tigers (they do that). We fed the fish and the
peacocks and the goats. We ("My Boy TM")
tried our hardest to get pecked by a flamingo. We even saw two
pontypines (!) and laughed at the small child who was (quite
literally) crapped on by a lemur.
Several of us took the
makings of a pic-nic. Despite three sittings we didn't get it all
eaten.
After four hours we'd
eventually seen it all. Money was then squandered in the gift shop,
and we set off on our various ways homeward. We returned the
Folkestonians from whence they came; and despite having scoffed far
too much we had coffee and cake before coming home again. Getting
home from Folkestone is rarely a problem, but as we drove up the
motorway there was nothing coming down the other way as the motorway
was still closed.
Once home I uploaded the
photos I'd taken. I took one or two whilst we were out.. That
took some doing. A shame Facebook didn't upload them all. I wonder
why?
And then I got some
"Found it" logs from the geo-series I put out last
week. And a complaint or two. Seems I got my left and right mixed up
in the descriptions. Woops!
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