I slept reasonably
well. I got up just after seven o’clock and was rather surprised to see that (according to our smart meter) we’d
already used nearly a quid’s worth of power. How did we manage that?
I sparked up my lap-top
and was amazed to see that “Maria
Tensriana”’s Facebook page was still available for all to see. Three days
ago I’d reported it for “inappropriate
content”, and you can’t really get more inappropriate than what “Maria” was doing in those photographs of
her and her friend’s willy. Or perhaps you can? If so, please don’t let me know
the details. Maybe you might tell “Maria”?
Or the people at Facebook who *really*
should be taking a firm line about that sort of thing.
I got myself and the dogs
organised. It took some doing. Usually "er indoors TM" does all that
stuff but today she wasn’t coming out with us. She had a better offer and was
off to the O2 arena to see “Soft Cell”.
I managed to get organised reasonably well; even if the dogs didn’t eat their
brekkie. Mind you they rarely do if they think something is going on.
Karl, Tracey and
Charlotte arrived and we set off. We could have gone to London with friends,
but the trains aren’t as good as they might be on a Sunday. We were planning to
wander round a cache series that they hadn’t done in High Halden, but our phones
started beeping telling us of new geocaches so we took the opportunity of doing
"er indoors TM"’s new cache series.
We got to Rolvenden, parked up, and set off up hill and
down dale. We met cows and sheep. We saw quite a few buzzards, and what was it
with the pheasants? – I’ve never seen so many. The orchards were rather
beautiful, but with the fruit pickers out in force I didn’t fancy getting
caught scrumping. We had a rather good picnic; the dogs eventually ate their
breakfasts (that I’d brought with us).
We even got to ford a stream. Fudge got rather excited at the stream; he does
over-react to water. Treacle climbed trees; I wish she wouldn’t.
Geocache-wise it was a rather good walk. Having managed a
rather prompt start we got quite a few First to Finds on the beginning stretch,
and (I must admit) got to feel very
self-satisfied over a later First to Find. Another very experienced cacher had
started the route on the half way point and so from half way was ahead of us.
But we managed to find one cache he didn’t.
This chap had a second one he couldn’t find. He couldn’t
find it because (in all likelihood)
it wasn’t there. The camouflage was there; the film pot wasn’t. We phoned "er
indoors TM" just before she was about to leave for Greenwich,
and after a little discussion we hid another film pot under a rock ten yards
from where the one had gone missing. "er indoors TM"
said that she’d had a previous cache go missing from the very same place, so a
new hidey-hole was a good idea. And replacing it there and then was a *very* good idea bearing in mind that if
we didn’t replace it right at that time, I would be dispatched tomorrow morning
to do it on my way to work.
After five hours we
were back at the car. By one of those odd co-incidences we’d parked at a pub.
We sat in the garden and had a pint of Larkin’s traditional followed by a pint
of the Old Dairy’s Summer Top ably accompanied by pork scratchings and cheesy
biscuits and nuts.
I
took a few photos as we walked and de-briefed.
We headed home; once
home I gave the dogs their dinner then foraged for some dinner of my own. I
foraged in the general direction of the KFC and foraged quite successfully. I
scoffed it, and as the dogs snored I ironed shirts whilst watching the DVD of “Little Shop of Horrors”.
"er indoors TM" won’t be home
till late… what rubbish can I put on the telly…?
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