Another
good night’s sleep. I thought I heard a thump in the night; did one of the dogs
fall off of the bed?
I got up
and went to have a look at the pond. It looked a little clearer than it was.
Perhaps that bulb is doing something? As I peered into the pond the dogs came
and had a look, had their morning tiddle, and went back to bed.
I put a
load of washing in to scrub, made myself some toast and looked at the Internet
to see that not a lot had been going on overnight. So I spent over an hour
fiddling about on my new Wherigo project. An hour and a half’s effort gave
another minute of game play.
Once I’d
hung out the washing (and harvested the dog turds) "er indoors TM"
emerged from her pit. I ran a quick test of what I’d done so far on the Wherigo;
realised a serious mistake and spent a little while putting it right.
The Rear
Admiral then arrived to collect Sadie. Like all dogs she was no trouble on her
own; but being the third dog in a pack just meant we had far too many dogs. Jimbo
looked well; his two weeks in France seemed to have agreed with him.
We then
went out. First of all to Badlesmere where there was a chance of a First to
Find on a newly-published geocache. Had we chased off after it the moment the
email arrived we would have been first. But because we’d waited for pup
collection, we were beaten by fifteen minutes. Oh well… Hopefully there will be
others.
We then
drove down to Boys Hall where we had a little wander. We managed to find one of
the geocaches that eluded me a couple of days ago, but the one by the railway
bridge is still on my “to be hunted down” list.
We came home, and I spent a little while sorting my
fishing gear. I really needed a huge bucket for all the baits. I couldn’t find
anything in any of the shops and supermarkets, but today I unearthed an old
plastic lidded dustbin that we used as a toy box in years gone by. That’ll do.
I also looked at the trolley I take fishing. Other
fishermen laugh at my trolley for the simple reason that it has sides and keeps
everything in. “Proper” fishing trollies are flat (with no sides), and everything is held in place by endless bungee cords. The
perfectly sensible way to lug your tackle about is seen as laughable whilst the
obviously impractical is seen as the way to go. I can only imagine that most
people are taken in by the designer label on the flat trolleys.
If any of my loyal readers could explain the merit
of a designer-labelled utterly useless flat plank, please do tell. In the meantime
I’m sticking with what works.
"My
Boy TM" phoned. He was building a pergola; could I pop
round and help. By “help” he meant would I hold the bits of wood whilst
he hammered and drilled. With "er indoors TM" off
out with her mates for the afternoon I was at a loose end, so something to keep
me occupied was a good thing. It only took an hour or so to get the thing in
place.
I came
home, and watched a couple of episodes of “Black Mirror”, then did more
Wherigo. Another hour and a half’s effort gave another minute of game play.
As I gave up Wherigo-ing for the day I saw I had
some emails. People had been out looking for the geocaches I hid three weeks
ago. I knew that one specific friend was going out today, and so I’d asked him
to report on any obvious problems or issues. Some people had said that some of
my caches were in the wrong places, others said that the hints I’d given
weren’t helpful. There are those people who, when finding a film pot in the
forest, move it to where they think would be a better place. Consequently the
co ordinates and hints immediately become useless. But I was told that all was
fine with this geo-series.
That is an answer that suits me.
I watched an episode of “Space 1999”. Back in the day
this was the best TV show ever. Unfortunately it hasn’t stood the test of time.
I shall play some Mah-jongg, then might have an
early night. It’s not been a bad bit of time off work, has it?
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