The
night shift wasn’t too bad; certainly an improvement on the previous one. As I
drove home the radio was broadcasting its usual Sunday morning moral dilemmas.
Following all the white supremacy rallies
in America
during the week, the pundits were discussing the moral dimensions of physically
beating seven shades of shit out of someone with whom you disagree. Some idiot
woman (I have no idea who she was)
seemed to feel it was quite acceptable to assault someone whose supported
something as evil as fascism and nazi-ism. She also felt that it was *not* acceptable for the one getting
beaten up for his views to retaliate.
I
turned the radio off and listened to the tunes I’d downloaded last week.
Once
home I scoffed a quick bit of brekkie, then we drove out to Cranbrook where we
met Karl and Tracey and the girls. We had a rather good walk whilst hunting
geocaches. The walk was rather pretty; I didn’t know that the puppy could climb
trees just like a squirrel. As we walked we saw buzzards; who would have thought
that such huge majestic creatures would sound so soppy? And as we wandered
round our muckers found their seven thousandth cache. Result !!
Cache-wise the walk was very much one of two halves. There
are two series of caches in Angley Woods. One has been there ages and consisted
of a few caches which were trickier to find but relatively spaced out. The
other was much newer and was one of more caches; closer together and easier to
find.
But together both series made for a good wander. I was glad
we went for a walk today; usually the day after the night shifts can be
somewhat dull, and I’m back to work tomorrow…
I
took a few photos as we walked, and with all the walking walked we drove to
nearby Sissinghurst for a couple of pints before coming home.
I’m
having an early night now…. I’m rather tired….
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