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spoon-fed "Furry Face TM" his brekkie this morning.
He’s not ill; just being rather fussy. He seems to have gone off of the
Pedigree Chum dog food pouches we’ve been getting for him. It is odd; I can’t
get used to the idea of a dog that isn’t greedy. Previous dogs would eat anything
and everything; but if Fudge doesn’t like something he’ll go hungry rather that
eating it.
Over a spot of brekkie I found a really good cover of a Sparks song on Facebook. I tried
to find out more about the band that had done this cover and then all sorts of
windows popped up and my lap-top told me it had found malware and that Windows
Defender was removing it. So much for the seemingly constant messages I get
about Windows Defender being switched off.
Mind you immediately after this I got an
invitation to join the Romney Marsh Morrismen. Windows Defender
failed utterly there. As if I would be interested in that… Morris Dancers boil
my piss. Morris Dancing on the Romney Marsh is *not* part of a tradition going back hundreds of years. In some
parts of the country it may well be, but the first Morris Dancers in Kent
appeared in 1946. They all have the sort of pewter tankard that your aunt buys
you for your eighteenth birthday, they wear smocks, and when you talk to them
they put on a West Country accent for no apparent reason.
I went and had a little lie down…
Once I’d calmed down I popped the lead onto my
dog and we set off to Wrotham. There is a series of geocaches in the area based
on Anne Boleyn. Regular readers of this drivel may recall I walked it on 1 March
2015 when I blogged “For a hike it was ideal; for a geo-series... the hides were great, but (not wishing to be critical) in all
honesty I did feel that they were rather spread out. There were twenty eight
caches in the series; there was probably space for over forty along the way”.
The chap who’d
hidden the caches read that and at the time sent me a rather nice email saying
that he thought people didn’t want too many caches, but others had also
intimated that there was room for more caches, so he added a few more. And in
the meantime a Church Micro and a Village Sign cache had appeared in the area.
And when I was there last I solved a field puzzle to collect when I was next in
the area.
I’d heard a gang
of friends were going to walk that series today. The boss said I could take
some leave, and so a walk round Wrotham it was.
We had an
excellent walk. The weather was glorious. It is nearly November and we were all
walking in T-shirts. Fudge behaved himself perfectly and was off the lead for
much of the walk. We saw squirrels and rabbits and buzzards, and after meeting
some very friendly horses we had a rather frightening experience with a pigeon.
Finding ourselves
only a short distance from a pub at mid-day we sat in the beer garden and
washed a picnic lunch down with a pint of Late Red.
There’s no
denying that the walk was a tad hilly. Perhaps parking and starting at the highest
point was a bad move; it meant we had to climb all the way up when we were at
the end of what turned out to be an eleven mile walk. And “Hannah” said that from where we’d started we actually descended
over three hundred metres to the lowest point of the walk. And as we walked
round we had one or two other serious ups and downs too. I was rather aching by
the time we got back to the cars. Gordon’s sat-nav was a tad worse for wear by
that point too; the power-off button had fallen off somewhere along the way.
Woops!
Unlike on our
last walk I’d remembered to put the memory card into my camera. I took a few
photos. You can see them
by clicking here.
I’d
underestimated how long the walk would tell, so once home I very quickly fed
Fudge. He was hungry for once and scoffed his tea whilst I zoomed about. I then
settled him and sped round to Steve and Sarah’s. Arriving with five minutes to
spare, we had a rather good fish supper (from
the Fish Inn) then had an astro club committee meeting.
Loads discussed;
loads planned.
And then I spent
fifteen minutes driving round the local roads trying to find somewhere to park.
I eventually found somewhere in William Road (in geo-speak that is three caches away!)
Oh – and my mum
had her heart surgery today. A five hour operation – all went well. She’s
currently fast asleep. As she should be…
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