I slept like a log until half
past four when a crowing rooster woke me. Mind you, to be fair to the bird
perhaps I should be more precise. It wasn’t the rooster which woke me; it was
Treacle and Pogo’s declaration of “Red Alert” which did.
I didn’t really get much more
sleep after that. As soon as I nodded off so the rooster would have another go,
and so would Treacle and Pogo.
It transpired that Treacle and
Pogo’s warnings disturbed Fudge; he had been having a sleepover with Charlotte,
and whenever the terrible twosome kicked off, he did too.
Eventually we gave up trying to
sleep, and took the dogs for their morning unloads. As we walked across the
field we couldn’t help but notice the frost on the grass. Frost – what was that
all about?
We’d arranged to meet for
brekkie at eight o’clock. Regular readers of this drivel would realise that I am
something of an aficionado of the full English breakfast. The full English I
had today was certainly one of the better ones.
Suitably fed to face the rigours
of the day we drove out to Alconbury. We had the sat-nav running even though we
were following everyone else. It did seem odd to me that we hardly ever went the
way that the sat-nav was directing until we got to where we were parking. The
designated parking place was a car park which was actually underneath the A14
dual carriageway. The sat-nav (like all sat navs) doesn’t consider the
z-axis, and had been trying to get us on to the A14.
Again we had a rather good walk.
We walked through a ford, we saw buzzards, red kites, chaffinches and even a
flock of peacocks. At one point I spotted that Fudge was walking with a dead
mouse in his mouth. I got the dead mouse out, and quick as a flash Treacle ate
it. Which I suppose is marginally better than Pogo’s eating horse poo. And we
even had a small flurry of snow when we stopped for lunch.
Geocache-wise today was a mixed
bag. One part of the walk featured well maintained caches; one part featured
caches in a right old state. (This is why I don’t like having anyone else
hinging caches near any series that I put out – people just remember the crap
ones)
Twelve miles (and seventy
geocaches) later we got back to the cars. Today’s walk had taken a little longer
than planned. We hurried back to base where we’d planned to stage a geo-meet in
honour of Karl and Tracey’s ten thousandth cache find. We weren’t sure if
anyone would turn up (apart from us), but we had half a dozen attendees
including some friends who’d driven up from Ashford for the day.
We talked Tupperware and poured
ale down our necks until it was dinner time. And what a wonderful dinner we
had. I went for the rib and scampi, and followed it up with the cookie dough
sundae.
Today was a rather full day – I took
quite
a few photos. I expect to sleep well tonight…
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