I
woke this morning to find that it didn’t hurt *quite* so much when I moved.
Then I had a realization that I walked the dogs all the way round the
park without whinging yesterday evening. So now I know it takes about five days
to recover from a session of trampolining.
Over
a brekkie of granola and coffee I watched an episode of “Orange is the New Black” in which there was minimal filth, and then
I had a look-see at the Internet. Seeing a new geocache had gone live only two
miles away I leapt into action.
I
was soon at the Warren car park and was looking for a “Twain Hut” (whatever one of
those is). I met another hunter of Tupperware who had also come out for a
look-see, but eventually he gave up. After forty minutes I found what I was
looking for, probably about ten yards from where the GPS said it should have
been. Randomly buried in the leaf litter it had been hidden by someone who had
only ever found four caches, and (I’m
sorry to say) was a perfect example of why people need to gain experience
in finding film pots under rocks before they go hiding them.
I then drove out to Margate to visit "Daddy’s Little
Angel TM" and "Stormageddon - Bringer of
Destruction TM". We had a cuppa and watched some rather
strange cartoon on the telly before wrestling a fridge freezer down the stars.
I thought I’d gone over to do some painting but that is for another time. All I
had to do was dispose of the fridge freezer. I took it to the tip and came home
again. I did stop off to hunt out a geocache or two (I do that). I found one; another seemed to be in someone’s back garden.
Once
home I had a sandwich whilst Fudge squeaked and barked at me constantly. He’s
got used to my taking him for a walk the moment I come home, and he has come to
expect it. He won’t give me a moment’s peace when I come home. Treacle don’t
care, but Fudge always wants to go out immediately.
Once
I’d scoffed a sandwich I got the leads onto the dogs and we drove out to
Brabourne. There are a couple of geocaches out in the woods which I thought
might form the basis of a different walk for the dogs.
They
did.
We
had a rather good walk across and along the footpaths which were (mostly) very well marked. We did have a
couple of episodes round Bircholt Court where a young spotty lad on a tractor
tried to tell me I was trespassing. I explained I was on the footpath to which
he said my map was out of date. I showed him the map on my phone coming
directly from the nice people at Ordnance Survey. That took the wind out of his
sails, and I went on to piss on his chips by asking if he might be mistaken, or
if his boss had ordered him to lie. He didn’t actually crap himself, but he did
go a rather vivid shade of crimson. Shortly after that we found a *huge* marquee being erected which was
blocking the footpath. I got chatting with the blokes putting it up. They said
they thought it was on a footpath, but they just put it where they are told.
As
we walked Treacle was well behaved. Fudge on the other hand rolled in several
different fox poos and tried to fight with a frog. Odd that Treacle was the one
who smelled when we came home.
I’d
planned the walk so’s we would come past “The
Plough”; a pub which (twenty years
ago) was the first meeting place for the (long defunct) reptile club. We got there to find the place closed
with six-foot high fences cordoning the place off. Fortunately “The Woolpack” wasn’t too far away. The
nice man behind the bar gave the dogs a bowl of water, and I had a crafty
shandy.
Geocache-wise… Oh dear.
The caches had been put out by a scout group, and generally caches put out by a
scout group are put out in a hurry with pretty much no care in their deployment
whatsoever. These two were part of a load of about twenty which had been put
out a couple of years ago. Most of them have long been archived by the geo-feds
and (quite frankly) I’m not
surprised. I tried for some of them a couple of years ago with no joy. I did
find both of my targets today, but only after having read what previous finders
had said. One was thirty yards away from where it should have been, the other
forty yards away.
On the plus side one
hadn’t been found for over a year so I got to claim “resuscitation”. It was when I found this one that I realized I’d
dropped my pen, so we backtracked to find it. We did find it… four hundred
yards behind us.
As I usually do
I took a few photos whilst we were out. Once home (and once Treacle had been bathed) I put
them on the Internet for the delectation of the masses. I hope the masses
appreciate them.
And with "er indoors TM" having a better
offer for the evening I fed the dogs (and
myself) and settled down in front of the telly for an evening of Netflix… I
know what will happen. I will be asleep in front of the telly for most of the
evening and I will be wide awake from three o’clock tomorrow morning…
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