As I
perused the internet over brekkie I saw that I had received a friend request on
Facebook from one Rory Stuart. His name was followed by some Chinese symbols
that translated to “Chinese Fire Dragon”. I wonder who he is?
I had a little
look at the Internet as I do. Not much had happened overnight which was a shame
really. Once social media was a good way of seeing what family and friends were
up to. Nowadays it is more and more silly memes about cats and rants about
Donald Trump. I must admit it is the seemingly constant stream of rants about
Donald Trump that boils my piss most. I have over five hundred people on my
Facebook friends list of which only three live in the USA. And those three
rarely mention the chap. Why do so many British people get *so* wound up
about President Trump when we have enough idiots of our own we might rant
about?
We got
the dogs organised and went out for our traditional weekend walk. Today was the
monthly meet-up of hunters of Tupperware, but we decided against going. What
with the recent heatwave the dogs haven’t had a good walk for a little while.
They would have got rather fractious sitting round waiting whilst we sat round
talking.
We drove
round to the co-op to get some cash from the machine. *Again* it didn’t
give me a receipt.
We then
drove up to Farningham where we met Karl, Tracey and Charlotte. Eight weeks ago
we started walking a series of geocaches, but we were taking our time, and when
we got about half way round we felt it was rather hot, so we stopped off at the
pub.
We went
back today to finish the series.
We had a
rather good walk. The route was one we’ve walked at least twice before. There were
a couple of rather noisy stretches along the main road and along a path near
the motorway, but there were miles along which the dogs could be off the leads
and running free. And we didn’t have any aggro with cattle or horses at all
either. Mind you the route did end up with us walking along the river Darent,
and the hounds do like a dip. In fact the river ran through the garden of the
pub where we ended up. That gave Fudge a reason to keep shouting until he was
allowed to go for a paddle.
Three
pints later we made our way back to the cars, and took a rather slow way home
stopping off to pick up one or two drive-by caches on the way. I say “drive
by”; I hadn’t really looked into what was involved with the last one. It
took a little effort to get to the footpath along which it could be found. And
when we got to where we thought we might start rummaging we found a tunnel.
I’ve not
been tunnel-ratting for years.
It was
rather good fun; getting on hands and knees and scurrying along fifty yards of
tunnel. And then back
again.
The dogs thought it was a great game. And finding the cache in the tunnel was
an added bonus.
I
took a few photos of our adventures.
We came
home; the dogs slept most of the way. "er indoors TM"
boiled up a good bit of dinner, and as we scoffed it we watched some police
thing on the telly. I have no idea what it is, but "er indoors TM"
seems to like it.
I did
have a vague plan to do the ironing this evening… it will still be there when I
get home from work tomorrow…
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