As I worked last night I
had the radio on. One article struck me as being a
sign of the times.... Apparently the Butlins holiday camp has
caused upset. As part of the entertainment for the masses was a
wrestling match. I've seen this sort of thing before; it is all good
fun. But was this match? It featured some hero-wrestler "Tony
Spitfire" (clad in Union Jack attire). When Tony
entered the ring the crowd were encouraged to chant "England!
England! ". His opponent was some chap called Hakim who was
waving some flag which was (apparently) instantly recognisable
as being Islamic, and the crowd was told to boo and jeer at him.
Whilst this shouldn't
have happened, bearing in mind the international climate is anyone
surprised?
There was also something
which made me sit up and take notice. I have always said that history
is written by those who can be bothered to write it down. (i.e.me!)
But it turns out that historians are now re-thinking Churchill's role
as war-time leader. For all that he did a wonderful job, history
overlooks the team who helped him. And why is that? because
(apparently) historians studying the second world war seem to
use books which were written by Churchill as a major reference.
Churchill
himself once said "History
will be kind to me for I intend to write it"
I came home to find "er indoors TM" was rather concerned about "Furry Face TM". He hadn't eaten his tea last night and he'd spent the night on the sofa rather than going upstairs. I thought he seemed rather subdued yesterday, but when he saw me this morning he went ballistic.
I popped his lead on him
and we drove out to Bethersden for a little walk.
About
six months ago I hid thirty eight geocaches in a circular walk around
Bethersden. Over the winter the floods had washed one away. It would
be the one which was furthest from a road. We stomped across the mud,
found where it used to be. Sure enough it had gone so I replaced it.
As we walked I took a photo of the woods and posted it on Facebook
with the caption "Geocaches
don't maintain themselves".
And then I pondered...
When I go for a geo-walk
I do my homework. If any seem to be missing before we go out I
message the chap who owns the missing cache and ask if they'd like me
to replace it. If when I am out I can't find one and I'm sure it has
gone I'll replace it (and message the owner). If the paper log
is wet or damp I'll replace it. Everyone is *always* grateful
for my efforts; from the perspective of the people who are supposed
to do geo-maintenance the caches I find *do* maintain
themselves.
It's just the ones that I
hide that don't.
We got back to the car
just as the heavy rain started. It was as well I'd put a towel on the
passenger seat; being low-down my dog does collect the mud. But
bathing him didn't take long, and within minutes of his bath he was
snoring.
I did myself a little
toast, then went to bed at 11am with the intention to be up by the
early afternoon. I slept a little longer that I had planned.
Having woken feeling
something like death warmed up I set the washing machine loose on my
smalls then spent an hour or so writing
another blog.
"er indoors TM"
came home and boiled up a rather good bit of scoff which we devoured
whilst catching up with stuff the SkyPlus box had recorded for us.
That SkyPlus box is good to us...
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