I had a rather restless
night. I lay awake for much of the night listening to the heavy rain.
What sleep I did get was troubled by nightmares of what might have
been.
Over brekkie I saw that
the wherigo I submitted for publication yesterday had gone live, and
then I had a look at my current wheri-project. Yesterday I started
working on a wherigo I'd first started several months ago. Last night
I managed to completely stuff it up. Howeverr this morning it appears
that all I've done is to have wiped out the four houurs work I did
yesterday. It could have been a lot worse.
I then had a look-see
on-line. Facebook is heaving with all sorts of disparaging posts
about what might happen if Donald Trump is elected to the White
House. Do people realise that UK residents don't get a vote in the
US Presidential elections? Reading social media I don't think they
do.
"Furry Face TM"
was keen to go out so we drove down to Bethersden. As we drove I was
very conscious that there was a large red lorry not ten yards behind
me the entire way. As I sped up so did that van, as I slowed down
so did that van. At all times keeping a dangerously small distance
between us. Eventually I lost my tail when I turned into Bethersden;
I was amazed to see the van was an official Calor Gas one.
We parked up, and after
my dog had tried to pick a fight with a lollipop-lady we went for a
little walk. Regular readers of this drivel may recall that last
September I put out a series of thirty-eight geocaches round
Bethersden. Thirty-four of them have never caused any problems;
however caches #3 to #6 have needed quite a bit of maintenance. Today
we went out to have a look-see at problems reported
on #3. Well... not so much problems as the thing actually being
missing.
Having stomped through
some rather swampy fields we found that it actually had gone missing.
In retrospect putting it under a bridge was a silly thing to have
done. It probably got washed away in the recent floods. So I put
out a replacement at the base of a nearby tree and we stomped back
through the flooeded fields to the car.
We stopped off on the way
to replace the paper log of a roadside cache. The thing had been
recorded as wet; it was actually missing. So I replaced the lot.
Once back and parked up I
was conscious that for all that we were both covered in mud we hadn't
actually walked very far. So we did a quick circuit of the park
before coming home. And once home we both had showers. One of us was
muddier than the other. I can remember having to fight with a
previous dog at bath time. I would have to pin the dog down whilst
"er indoors TM" scrubbed. "Furry
Face TM" is very good at bath time. He
lifts his legs in turn when I want to hose them; he never fights or
struggles.
I then put my muddy
clothes (and the dog towel) into wash whilst I had a spot of
lunch, and then took myself off to bed for the afternoon.
I got up after three
hours kip, and spent the afternoon repairing my latestt wheri-project
after yesterday's stuff up. "er indoors TM"
came home, boiled up a rather good bit of dinner.... and I'm off to
the night shift now.
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