The first night away with the dogs is always something like
the first night of cub camp. Over-excitement and not sleeping. Fudge was having
a sleepover with Charlotte so in theory a third of our problems were gone. In
practice being across the courtyard just increased the range over which all
three dogs could shout. The last time we were in Molesworth there was a crowing
cockerel which wound up the dogs. There was no noisy chicken last night, so I
have no idea what kept setting them off. But "er indoors TM"
was telling them to be quiet every ten minutes.
I managed some sleep. I might have slept better had I not
forgotten to bring my CPAP machine along, but I did get some shut-eye.
Eventually Treacle and Pogo got up and worried at the door.
I thought they wanted to “do their business”. They didn’t; they just ran
across the courtyard to worry at the door of number five where Fudge had had
his sleepover with Charlotte. They wanted to go make nuisances of themselves.
It wasn’t long before we were all up, and with dogs
breakfasted we went in for our own brekkie. I had the full English. It was
rather good,
We then got into our wet weather gear and set off to the
nearby village of Glatton. There was a couple of series of geocaches there
which we thought might make a good walk for us for today. We set off on the first
series, and within minutes "er indoors TM" had gone
arse over tit in the mud.
We waddled on; the weather forecast had led us to believe
that the weather would be good until mid-afternoon. It had lied. As we walked
so the rain got heavier and heavier. Just at the point where the rain had
soaked through to my pants I realised that the rain had washed he mud from the
dogs, so the morning wasn’t a complete wash-out (to coin a phrase).
The route we were walking was a figure-of-eight; the plan
had been to walk one look in the morning and the other loop in the afternoon but
when you are wet through to your pants you know it is time to quit.
We drove back to base (where the courtyard was flooded)
and changed into dry clothes. With the dogs towelled off and dried we spent a
rather good afternoon in the bar by the fire. Playing triangular Blokus,
playing pool…
The country pub became *incredibly* busy as the
afternoon wore on. Who would have thought so many people would be going for a
beer at four o’clock on a Thursday afternoon?
After a rather good bit of dinner we watched an inter-pub
skittles competition. This was a Northamptonshire version of skittles in which the
wooden skittles are lined up on a table and three lumps of wood are lobbed at them.
It’s not as easy as it seemed…
I took a
few photos of the day. As I do…
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