The
night shift was surprisingly busy, but during a break in the small hours I saw
a series of thirty geocaches had gone live nearby. When the day shift arrived I
charged out as quickly as I could. Those thirty caches will make a good walk in
the future, but one cheeky First to Find would make a nice reward for doing the
night shift.
I’d
looked on the map and worked out which cache would probably be easiest to park
at. And being toward the middle of the series I thought it unlikely that anyone
else chasing FTFs would be at #10 at silly o’clock in the morning. So you can
imagine my surprise when I pulled up at the given GPS co-ordinates just as two
geo-friends walked up. We chatted for a bit; it was suggested that I walked on
with them. But my bed was beckoning.
As
I drove home the pundits on the radio were discussing recently released
statistics which claimed that the perpetrators of ninety per cent of the
burglaries in the UK never get brought to justice. They wheeled on some chief
constable who blathered platitudes for ten minutes. Mind you, what can the
police do? In many cases these burglaries are done by organised gangs and by
the time the crime has been discovered, the guilty scum are a hundred miles
away.
A
quick bit of toast, then I went to bed for the morning. I set the alarm for
mid-day; if I slept any longer I wouldn’t sleep at night, and I’d waste the
day.
"er
indoors TM"
had vouchers for the café in the WyeVale garden centre so we thought we’d use
them. We drove up the A28, and paused to look in a bus shelter. Five years ago
I hid a geocache in that bus shelter, I’d had a message that it had gone. It
had. I’ve now archived it. It was on the way to where I used to work and so
looking after it was easy, but now it is in completely the wrong direction.
We
went on to Fat Fish Tackle where I got myself a new landing net. My old one was
too deep. Let’s see how this one does. I also got some weights and floats and
stuff… it is so easy to run up a big bill in fishing tackle shops. When I was a
lad I could pay for tackle from my pocket money. You couldn’t do that today.
We
got to the garden centre and after a look-see we went to the café. Oh dear… I
wish we’d gone to McDonalds. People take the piss out of my going to McDonalds
but had we gone there we would have been in and out in the time the woman on
the till took to make a cup of coffee and a cup of hot chocolate. You get better
tasting stuff in McDonalds, and even allowing for the WyeVale money off
voucher, McDonalds is cheaper.
On
the way out we looked at their clothing as Wyevale were having a half-price
sale. Even at half price their stuff was twice the price that I was prepared to
pay.
As
we were in the area we went into Canterbury to Go Outdoors; they’d sent me an
email saying they had increased their range of clothing to cater for the more
rotund physique. I got a pair of trousers (which
were rather expensive) and a pair of walking shoes reduced from forty quid
to fifteen. Result!
Once
home we took the dogs for a wander round the park; we had hoped the
intermittent rain had stopped. It hadn’t. Mind you, we didn’t get *that* wet.
Originally
I was planning to go to Mersham this evening to see “Access All Areas” playing at the Royal Oak, but last night’s night
shift had left me somewhat knackered. Instead I sat in front of the telly and
slept.
I
should have an early night really…
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