Not a bad night, I suppose. Treacle did try to scrap with
Pogo in the small hours but it blew over as quickly as it started.
I was laying quite contentedly when I suddenly realised
that after all the hours of preparation for setting today’s geo-series (and there has been a *lot* of hours spent
preparing) I hadn’t updated “Hannah”
with the thirty-three final sets of co-ordinates that I am going to use, and
would need for this morning.
That was another half-hour…
As I updated my GPX file (a rather tedious pastime) Fudge sat with me hoping for toast
crusts. He gets some these days. A couple of years ago he was quite the barrel,
but as he’s getting older so he is losing weight. I wouldn’t say he’s gaunt,
but I might just take him to the vet and waste thirty quid to be told I’m
worrying about nothing.
I then had a look at Facebook. I
sent out a couple of birthday messages. One chap who was having a birthday
today… I always thought I was older than him, but fifteen years older? And I
then had a wry smile at the latest meme that was circulating. Those who never
post anything original were re-posting “I wanna see something cool – not a
meme or a selfie but a pic you’ve taken”. I agree entirely with the
sentiment – that’s why I go on Facebook. I want to see what others are getting
up to.
I spent a few minutes solving
geo-puzzles, then got myself organised for the day. The original plan for today
was that I would be working, but having swapped out of last Thursday night (and
got two day shifts instead) and having acquired last Sunday’s early meant I
was owed some time.
I loaded the dogs into the boot
of the car and we drove to the garage where "er indoors TM" had left her car
for its MOT. Up until that point the dogs had sat in the back of the car as
good as gold. The moment that they heard "er indoors TM"
they started screaming and Treacle tried (and
succeeded) to come up-front. We drove "er indoors TM"
to work, and once we’d dropped her off so the hounds all went back to being (relatively) well behaved.
I drove the dogs up to Kings
Wood; having done all of the preparations for a new geo-series it was time to
actually shove the film pots under some rocks and sticks.
We had a rather good walk. The
only cattle we met were on the other side of a fence. We met two other people,
but that passed off without incident. We met a horse rider; she was civil
enough but I *think* she shouldn’t have been there. I don’t think horse
riders are allowed there. I even took a few photos as we walked.
In fact the only problems I had
was when I was actually trying to hide film pots under rocks; Pogo wanted to
play with the sticks I was using to disguise that which I was hiding. He got
quite frantic in wanting the sticks. Mind you the dogs were a lot easier to manage
than on previous geo-maintenance missions.
The problem with taking dogs out
on a geocaching expedition is it soon becomes all about the dogs. On-with-leads,
off-with-leads. Crossing roads. Crossing stiles… It is all very well when you
are mob-handed with two people to every dog, but when it is just “me and
three” it can be hard work. Kings Wood has none of this nonsense. Once we
are twenty yards from the car park the dogs come off the leads, and bimble
about doing their own thing until we’ve walked all the way round. Five miles
over three hours – not a bad walk for the dogs (or me!) I’m hoping that
this route will make for much easier geo-maintenance than the previous eight
series I’ve put out did.
It was rather foggy this
morning. The weather forecast had predicted rain for mid-day, but we got round
whilst it was still dry.
Once home I scoffed a sandwich
whilst watching an episode of “Uncle”, then told the geo-feds what I’d
done this morning. That took half an hour. When I was half-way through so the
rain started. I then archived the route of film pots under rocks I put round
the north of Challock a couple of years ago. It had been logged as visited by
over a hundred and thirty people and (from experience) that’s probably about
as many people as are going to go visit it. It’s run its course; time to go.
I did have a plan to mow the
lawn and generally pootle in the garden this afternoon, but the ran had put
paid to that. instead I set about solving some geo-puzzles. The solutions to
these puzzles will lead us round a walk that I expect we shall be taking in the
not-too-distant future. These puzzles were about the TV series “Dancing on
Ice”. I’ve never seen a single episode of the show, but (as always)
Wikipedia told me all I needed to know. I did chuckle as I called up the “Dancing
on Ice” page on Wikipedia. Have you seen it? Have a look by clicking
here. As you page down through it there are tables of
celebrities who have been on the show. These tables list exactly what these
so-called celebrities are famous for. Isn’t this truly a sign of our times in
that with celebrities being ten-a-penny, we need to be told why people are
actually billed as being famous.
I drove out to collect "er
indoors TM"
from work and take her to the garage. All is not peachy with the "er
indoors TM"-mobile…
We had a rather good bit of dinner and a bottle of plonk
whilst watching “Young Sheldon”, “Derry Girls” and “Bake Off”. “Bake Off” *really* proved my earlier rant. It was
the celebrity show – we’d never head of any of them…
A day off without doing any
laundry… that must be a first…
No comments:
Post a Comment