I woke feeling rather rough. This seems to happen more and more these
days; I wonder why? Was it the three pints yesterday? I remember a conversation
with a colleague about ten years ago when he said that when in his forties he
could drink like a fish, but in his fifties he suffered after only a few
drinkies. Certainly ten years ago I would think nothing of seeing off a gallon
of ale; these days it is noticeably less.
Or perhaps it was too much sun yesterday and on Friday?
As I looked at Facebook over brekkie I realised I’d missed the Herne
Bay Sci-Fi convention yesterday. It would have been nice to have
gone along. Back in the day I would have been one of the attractions. Back in
the day I would also have been at reptile fairs, village fetes, and beer festivals.
These things come and go in my life. At the moment it is fishing and hunting
pots under rocks. Talking of which…
The plan for today had
me loading the dogs into the car, driving to Tenyham to collect Matt, and then
setting off to Berkshire. But what with the car being ill and Fudge having
issues with trains, it was just me walking to the train station.
I got to the station to
see the train pulling off. But I’d got there early, and the next train wasn’t
far behind. As luck would have it, it suited Matt to pick me up at Barming
station, and that is the station I will need for work tomorrow. So this morning
was a practice run for work if nothing else. It was a practice run which worked
well, and it wasn’t long before I was sitting in the MaattMoo-mobile on the way
to Finchampstead.
There is an *incredibly* old geocache in Finchampstead.
A few weeks ago Matt had asked on the “Geocaching
in Kent” Facebook page if anyone fancied a trip to go find this one. Four of
us met up today and we very soon had the thing in hand, My second-oldest geo-find
(so far).
We then carried on
along a wonderfully named series of local geocaches. The “Finchampstead Undulations” (FU)
series followed a rather beautiful route. As we walked we saw a tiny little
mouse and a deer; both of which I logged with my “mammals” app. And we saw *so
many* red kites. What beautiful birds! They were following some
agricultural machines which were harvesting crops; obviously hunting for the mice
being chased out of the crops.
I
took a few photos whilst we walked. The photos of the red kites really don’t
do them justice.
Geocache-wise it was an
odd walk really. The two old caches (which
were the main targets for the day) were good caches. The route we then
walked was in need of maintenance. The multi-caches on the route seemed to have
been put out with start, waypoints and end-points all somewhat at random (which was strange as they were less than a
month old), and there was one cache in blatant breach of the proximity
rules.
But I was glad for the caches
being there – they made for a good walk.
We had a crafty pint in
the nearby pub, then made our way home. The M3 and M25 were busy; I didn’t doze
off “too” much. And I also got a
practice run on the train I shall take home from work tomorrow.
As we drove home the
garage phoned. They’d had a look at the car. The parts alone will cost five
hundred quid…
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