Several
friends had been out last night in pubs that had live music, or at open air
concerts and festivals. All had posted videos (on Facebook) of what we had missed. There wasn’t one that made me
wish I’d been there. What is the attraction of live music? You are packed in (like sardines) with the Great Unwashed, and the music (which isn’t good to begin with) is
distorted and echoes so much that the songs I played this morning on Facebook
really could have been anything from “God
Save the Weasel” to “Pop Goes the
Queen”.
Whilst
I waited for "er
indoors TM"
to emerge from her pit I spent half an hour writing up
more CPD, then we got our gear and wolf-pack together and set off to
Painters Forestall. Having travelled quite some way for walks recently, it was
good to have one only half an hour’s drive away.
We
soon met up with Karl, Tracey and Charlotte, and set of on a little wander from
the village down to the church at Throwley and back again. It was a really good
day for a walk in the countryside. As we walked we saw buzzards and kestrels.
We saw *huge* edible snails – I’ve
never seen those before. The dogs saw a mouse and set off in hot pursuit. I saw
a frog and nearly ran in terror – I’ve never realized just how a frog’s legs
look just like a huge spider’s legs.
As
we walked somehow I managed to catch my left arm and rip it rather
spectacularly. I’ve no idea how I did it, but the scar is rather impressive.
As
we walked I found myself watching Fudge. For all that he seems to be his normal
self, he is obviously losing weight. He’s not the little barrel he was a few
months ago. It could be his anal glands are still playing up… it could be
worse.
I
shall watch him for a while longer and see how he goes…
Geocache
wise the walk was hard work… Perhaps I should qualify that. Just recently we’ve
walked major series of loads of caches over great distances. Those are (by their very nature) relatively easy
finds. Today’s walk of twenty-six caches over seven miles. The hides were
trickier. We found most of them, but they took some hunting out, and they were
a little more spaced out than we’d been used to.
After
seven and a half miles we were back at the car. We *could* have gone to the pub nearby. We went there a few weeks ago,
and on the strength of that visit we decided to take our money elsewhere. A
ten-minute drive had us at the Chequers in Doddington where we’ve been before.
A dog-friendly pub with a rather good choice of ale…
After
three pints (and more crisps and peanuts
than sense) we staggered homewards.
I
slept most of the way home.
Once
home I posted up the
photos of today’s walk, and "er indoors TM" boiled up a
rather good bit of dinner before setting off bowling. I watched a few episodes
of “Trailer Park Boys”.
The
new season of “Poldark” is on in a
minute. I can remember I liked the previous seasons, but I can’t remember
anything of what happened other than Demelza’s bosom heaved a lot. Here’s
hoping it heaves again…
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