27 June 2018 (Wednesday) - Road Trip
I can only describe last night as being akin to the first night of cub scout camp. With "My Boy TM"’s little dog Rolo with us for a week, excitement abounded. There’s no denying that the four o’clock barking frenzy was instigated by him.
After an early brekkie I set off to collect "My Boy TM" and his tribe. Having turned down the opportunity of a week in Turkey with them, I was driving them to the airport today. I was wishing I was going with them.
We made a good start; after fifty yards Lacey announced that she’d left her phone behind. We went back for it, couldn’t find it, and so dialled its number. A ringing sound came from one of the suitcases. We drove off again.
"My Boy TM" then had this genius idea that we set the radio so that it would give us updates on traffic jams. I pressed the appropriate button and five minutes later an announcement came thorough. It mentioned Gatwick Airport, and there was then so much excitement about Gatwick Airport being mentioned and that there was something worthy of mention on the radio that the first fruit of my loin talked all the way through whatever it was the nice man on the radio was trying to tell us.
We got to Gatwick only twenty minutes later than expected. I waved them off, then set off on a little geo-mission to pass the time on the way back home.
not that far from Gatwick Airport. To qualify for this one you have to have found different types of geocaches as your official “milestone” finds. I have, and with my next official “milestone” find being realistically five years or more away I thought today would be as good a day as any to go find the thing.
Having found it and done the secret rituals known only to those who do this sort of thing I thought I might follow the theme of this cache and take a route home via different sorts of geocaches.
My second find of the day was an Earthcache. There is a statue of an iguanodon in a shopping precinct in Southwater (near Horsham). I soon found it, did my geology homework and emailed in my answers, Hopefully I got them right.
From here there was a little drive up to Lingfield in Surrey for cache types three and four. Much of the effort here was . Having created several of my own I appreciate just how much effort goes into making one; however this one was *dull* (sorry). It didn’t help that I found the GPS was out a little in some places. I’d tried to blag this Wherigo from home several times; I’ve finally got it done.
Whilst I was walking round I got the multi from done too.
was near Edenbridge in Kent where I rummaged in a bush near a golf course for a traditional cache. And having rummaged successfully I then took a little diversion to the Brecknock Arms in Bells Yew Green. I had developed a hankering for a stilton ploughman’s for lunch. I was rather disappointed when the barman said they didn’t do them, but was rather happy when the chef (who was passing) said she would knock one up.
It was brill! Fresh bread, loads of butter, Rocket with balsamic vinegar, tomatoes, pickles, strange purple vegetables and two types of stilton. I scoffed it whilst watching the antics of the baby birds in the beer garden aviary.
And so having had lunch I had but one cache type left to find. I set off to East Sussex where I very nearly fell at the final hurdle. The hint for my target cache mentioned a water trough. Water trough? There might have been one deep in the brambles but I couldn’t see one. Fortunately there was within walking distance of this one, so the day was saved.
I came home via a fishing tackle shop that I never knew existed. I’ve driven past it every day when working in Pembury. It has been there for two years. I had no idea. "My Boy TM" had got one of his mates to email me the address; having told me it was either in Biddenden or Ham Street, the place was half-way between High Halden and Bethersden. (About ten miles from either of the places he thought it might have been!)
They had fishing trolleys; they had the idea trolley for me. It was only two hundred pounds… I think I might try some charity shops for trolleys.
Once home I got all three dogs onto their leads and we went round the park. Fudge lost his new collar. It was on him when he went under the ramp in Bowens Field, it wasn’t when he came out. I couldn’t find it. Rolo picked fights with every dog he met that was more than ten times his size; amazingly every one of them ran off in terror.
"er indoors TM" came home and boiled up a rather good bit of dinner, and I then doze for much of the evening feeling rather rough. Too much sun ?