I slept well; I slept a
tad too late. I had to skip the abdo workout this morning as both dogs were up
and about. Have you ever tried to do an abdominal crunch with two tripe-hounds
(Hungarian and Patagonian) mobbing
you?
Over brekkie I had a
little look at the Internet. Last night Lacey had been playing at making fake
horrific wounds using make-up. I’d posted one of the pictures and it had got quite a
few favourable reactions. I also saw that a few other people had been watching
“Lost in Space” on Netflix; from
their comments I couldn’t help but wonder if they’d ever seen the original.
Other than that,
surprisingly little had happened in cyber-space overnight.
With no emails of note
we got ourselves, our gear and the wolf-pack together and set out to give my
new boots some field trials.
There’s no denying that
as we drove my right boot was a tad tight. As we left Ashford it felt as though
my foot was in a vice; I was seriously considering coming home to change the
boots. But they needed to be walked in.
We were soon at the
designated starting point for today’s walk. I was a tad dubious about parking
in the farm shop’s car park, but I had a word with the nice lady in the shop
and she was fine with the idea, so we set off following our GPS to the first
geocache… and off we went. We had a rather good walk. Bearing in mind that the
big weekend geo-walks are basically a dog walk for us, this route was ideal.
Beautiful woodlands and well-marked footpaths and very quiet country lanes
through some rather pretty countryside made for an ideal hike. It was muddy in places,
but what do you expect? We’ve had serious rain for some weeks recently.
The hounds were off of
their leads for most of the way. However that isn’t always a good thing; when
unrestrained, Fudge does tend to do his own thing. Fortunately today he was
never lost for more than a couple of minutes at any one time.
And talking of dogs,
the walk was rather marred by Fudge rolling in a dead fox half-way round. As
dead foxes go, this one was rather ripe. It probably shuffled off this mortal
coil about a month ago, and had been stinking ever since. Fudge shot off to
roll in it, and when I went to retrieve him the smell made me nauseous at a
distance of thirty metres. He stank for the rest of the walk.
Geocache-wise it was
good. Caches not too far apart; reasonably straight-forward hides. At the first
geocache we saw that someone had already signed the log today. As we went round
we saw their signature time and again… except on the trickiest find where they
hadn’t signed. But they still logged the thing as found on-line. This might
sound trivial, but in geo-circles this is akin to high treason.
We decided against
squealing them up…
After a few hours we
were back at the cars. Bearing in mind we’d had free parking at the farm shop
it was only right that we should buy some stuff from them. And (to be fair) they had some rather good
stuff for sale in that farm shop including rather good ice lollies that were
only two months past their sell-by date. We then moved on the a nearby pub (The Granville) where we continued this
theme by getting some pork scratchings that went out of date last Christmas.
As we drank our stout
so we chatted with some locals who had brought their bored children out of the
pub to see if they could play with our dogs. Loads of woofing ensued, and a
little cherub in the pettiest dress you ever did see played with the hounds in
the mud.
We came home… one dog
needed the stench of dead fox scrubbing off of him. And with dogs scrubbed they
both snored whilst I ate my rhubarb from the farm shop.
With "er indoors TM" off bowling I
watched more “Lost in Space”. It is
rather good, but with *so many* nods
to the original series, why do I think I’m watching a remake of “Earth 2”?
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