I slept for over ten hours last
night; that rarely happens. And my morning shave took some doing as I somehow
forgot to have a shave yesterday. I suppose this is the aftermath of a night
shift.
As "er indoors TM" fought to get
the dogs to go “do their business” (no one wanted to go outside today)
I scoffed toast and peered into the Internet. There was a mini-squabble kicking
off about puzzle caches on the local geocaching page. Finding a geocache can be
hard enough when you know the location. Some people further obfuscate the whole
thing by hiding the location by use of puzzles. Some of these puzzles are
relatively easy to solve, some are difficult. Some are just plain ridiculous. Some
puzzles can only be solved if you have “insider knowledge” of the person
who set the puzzle. And I know of one that doesn’t even have a solution – you have
to ask the person who set it for the answer and he’ll tell you.
But even on the more simple puzzles, given that the puzzle
which is about (say) six racehorses, do you need to know the Grand
Nationals that they won, the starting odds, the year they won a given race, the
year the horse was born…
Someone somewhere has published an on-line list of
solutions to thousands of these puzzle caches. In fact there’s quite a few such
lists. Unfortunately I can’t find any which are more that two years old. I wish
I could. Personally I have no qualms in blagging the locations of a geocache in
this way. The game is a treasure hunt; not an exercise in logic problems.
However this has been seen as a bad thing by some. Several
people were bemoaning the existence of such lists… many of whom I’ve given such
answers to in the past. Oh well… people love a good moan…
We got ourselves and the dogs
organised and drove out to Junction 10a on the M20 where "er indoors TM" capped a
bouncer, and then went on to Ivychurch where allegedly there was a bouncer, but
we couldn’t get close. (It’s a Munzee thing!)
With bouncers capped (or not) we went on to St Clement’s
Church where we met Karl, Tracy and Charlotte. As we got ourselves ready for
the off we were very conscious of being watched by one of the locals. He was
fascinated with us and was openly watching our every move. I had no idea that the
sight of me putting on a pair of wellies could be so captivating.
We were soon off for a walk. To
be honest I had reservations about the Romney Marsh in January, but we’d been
told that it wasn’t that muddy, and that some of the route would be seriously
overgrown later in the year. It wasn’t at all muddy, and some of the route was
bad enough today and would probably be impassable in a few months’ time. Mind
you that wind was cold.
The route was rather
straightforward apart from one point at which the footpath just disappeared
into random marshland. But following the GPS arrow and ditch-jumping got us to
where we were supposed to be. Eventually.
Treacle did her usual
stick-carrying thing until about two-thirds of the way round when we walked
through a turnip field. Much as she loves carrying a stick, it turns out that
sticks are just rubbish when compared to turnips. She carried her turnip all
the way back to the car.
The walk was possibly a bit too
much for Sid; he got carried quite a bit of the way too.
Geocache-wise it was an odd
route. Some finds were trickier than others. One involved a tree climb; one
gave me a welly full of river water. I’m not complaining at all; nowadays fewer
and fewer people are hiding series of caches. But I would have put out more
caches on that route (particularly on the
stretch where the footpath went iffy).
I took a few photos as we walked. I do that. Usually
we’d go on to a pub for a pint or two after the walk, but time was pushing on.
We said our goodbyes and came home. We narrowly beat "Daddy’s Little
Angel TM" home.
She was excited to see her dogs, then she and "er
indoors TM" vanished off as they do. I popped down the road
where a bouncer had appeared (it’s a Munzee thing) then I foraged for my
dinner. I’ve found that I have greatest success foraging for dinner when I
forage up the road at the KFC. I got a mighty bucket for one, and a couple of
extra crispy strips (for the dogs).
I scoffed dinner whilst watching
a film on Netflix. “Suburbicon” was odd… I watched it with a sense of “what was
that all about?”
I did some washing, I hung out
laundry, I watched a very odd episode of “Flowers” then watched the first episode of “Schitts Creek”. Starring him out of “American Pie” it seems quite entertaining.
I could have been at a works
booze-up this evening. I could have been at a friend’s party. But I’ve got an
early start tomorrow…
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