Yesterday had been a
rather busy day; I fell in to my pit feeling rather exhausted last night. I
didn’t sleep well though – the hotel room was *so* hot.
As "er indoors TM" got herself
sorted this morning I wandered down to the restaurant where I met Nick. He was
just finishing brekkie. I had a rather good brekkie of croissant, brioche,
pancake-thingie, and something which looked like madeira cake (but wasn’t).
Sarah and "er indoors TM" soon joined us,
and with brekkie devoured we set off. Having had to cut our trip short
yesterday we drove out to the war cemetery to have a look-see. This war cemetery
was yet another triumph of geocaching. We would never have gone there if not for
the virtual cache there, and we arrived to be fascinated. It was a war cemetery
for the German dead. So many young boys had died.
There was a little walk
round the nearby woods where there was an old bunker from the war still there,
and you could still make out the lines of the trenches. It was such a quiet,
tranquil, beautify place. You couldn’t imagine the carnage of a hundred years
ago.
The plan had been to
help at the geocaching CITO. A CITO (cache-in-trash-out)
is all about tidying up an area, but to be honest everywhere we’d been had been
*so* tidy (except yesterday’s condomshitestrasse)
that we thought we’d skip the CITO. Instead we used the geo-map as we have done
before, and picked out random geocaches in the hope that they had been placed
where there was something interesting to see that we wouldn’t otherwise find.
We found a rather
pretty little chapel. We found a rather pretty beach (where we got a parking ticket). We found a huge statue of ear
trumpets (can you believe it?) We
found a war memorial to the fallen British troops. We found a golden bear in a
flower garden. We found a statue of some seals. We found *so* many obscure and odd things. But time was pushing on…
We drove on to the
ferry terminal. On Friday I whinged about how disappointing the ferry terminal
at Dover had been. In retrospect it was streets ahead of the one at Dunkirk. The
terminal at Dunkirk had some vending machines, and that was all.
To make up for this we
had dinner on the ferry. Fish and chips – very nice.
Almost exactly two days
after Nick had picked us up he dropped us off at home. A round trip of about
five hundred and fifty miles. You can see the
photos of day three here. It was a rather good weekend away. I wonder when
the next international mega-event is taking place?
We unloaded our bags,
then visited the fruits of our loins to collect the hounds. Both seemed to have
had a good weekend; both slept for the evening despite the noise from new-next-door. Over the years we’ve had
all sorts of people in that house, but these are far and away the noisiest.
They were having some party this afternoon. Did they need the music to be *that* loud? On the one hand I don’t think
I want to live next door to people who are that noisy. On the other hand it gives
me carte blanche to be as loud as I like.
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