As I scoffed
brekkie I watched more of my on-line botany class. Phototropisms today. All
good stuff if you like that sort of thing. I then sparked up my lap-top and
looked at the Internet. I had a little laugh at my cousin’s expense. Having
spent a small fortune “going down the Alexa route” her iPad has crashed
and now pretty much everything in her house is inoperable.
Several
people had commented on the photo of Pogo I posted to Facebook yesterday. I
sent out some birthday greetings. And with nothing else happening on-line I
went to wake the rest of the tribe.
It wasn’t
long before we were all in the car. Despite the drizzle (that wasn’t in the
weather forecast) we drove round to the co-op where yet again their cash
machine didn’t give me a receipt. It never does. From here we eventually drove
up to the church at Norton despite Google navigation trying to take us into
someone’s front drive.
We soon met
up with Karl, Tracey and Charlotte and did a little field puzzle based on the
opening hours of the church. As we calculated our sums so a whole load of
ramblers came past. This somewhat confused Fudge who joined in with them and
had to be called back. We waited for them to pass before setting off ourselves;
there’s nothing worse than getting lumped in with the normal people.
The early
drizzle and strong winds soon passed, and we had a rather good walk along quiet
lanes and well-marked (if muddy) footpaths. Some of us enjoyed the views
and the scenery, some of us carried sticks, some of us rolled in fox poo. Each
to their own. There was only really one hill, and that wasn’t *too* arduous.
As luck would have it, we chanced across the Black Lion in Lynsted at mid-day. "er
indoors TM"
had a pint of the dark fruit cider; I had a couple of pints of Goacher’s dark
ale. We sat in the beer garden
sheltered from the breeze and reviewed our route back to the car.
Our route did need reviewing. Quite
often when geocaches are hidden they follow a numbered sequence. You start at
#1, go to #2 and so on. The caches we were hunting out weren’t hidden that way.
Each one needed a puzzle to solve before the actual location became evident,
and with a hundred caches in the series they were effectively in smaller loops.
But the number sequence didn’t really guide you as much as some judicious
map-reading would. Personally, I feel this is a good thing. So often people
just blindly follow the arrow of their GPS. With over a hundred targets along
many lanes and paths we were able to plan a route which would not only give us
quite a lot of Tupperware to find, but also allow us to plan another route for
next weekend.
Having said that, I first learned map
reading in the Boys Brigade over forty years ago and have been doing it
regularly ever since. Some people aren’t quite so comfortable with a map and
compass as I am. But (at the risk of
appearing flippant), that’s not my circus, and not my monkeys. I can read a
map; I’m OK !!
We had a rather good walk. I took quite a few photos.
We
successfully navigated our way back to the cars. We said our goodbyes and came
home. Usually the dogs are quiet on the way home from a walk; they were a tad
fractious today. I wonder what that was all about?
"er indoors TM" came up with a
rather good bit of scoff. We troughed it whilst watching this week’s episode of
“Star Trek: Discovery” which is surprisingly
slipping behind “The Orville” with
every episode, then watched “Big Bang
Theory” and “Derry Girls”.
I really should go to bed – I’ve an
early start tomorrow.
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