After the excitement of the first night and the shouts of
the deer and fox fight on the second night the dogs were all-in last night. I
don’t think Pogo and Treacle moved all night, and Charlotte assured me that
Fudge had been similarly exhausted.
We had our last full English of the holiday. Oh – it was
good. Fudge was so funny. Usually he loves toast crusts. Today he totally
refused them; he knew there was sausages and bacon on the plates.
We paid our bills (*very* reasonable!), we packed
our bags, and after just the teensiest diversion we were in Hauxton. Rather
than having a long drive home we thought we might break up the journey and have
a little dog-walk. And if we found one or two film pots stashed under rocks on
that walk, then that would be something of a result.
We found thirty-seven.
I didn’t like to say anything before we started, but my
back had been twinging a bit. Yesterday I’d nearly snapped my ankle in a rabbit
hole, and in trying to avoid falling flat on my face I’d twisted something in
my back. And so I had a choice… I could walk with backache or I could play the
“sick note”. But either way my back would ache, and I’d rather go for a
walk than sulk. My back held up for pretty much most of the walk. It only
started giving my serious gyp toward the end of the walk.
And we had a good walk.
Over the last two days we’d walked through some of the
thickest mud ever. Today we could have walked in trainers; there was so little
mud. It was still rather windy, but we managed.
The Hauxton Hip-Hop was a very good walk of six miles. Some
followed main roads, much of it was cross country. We did chuckle (!)
when we found a road sign clearly saying “Access to the Footpath”. It
lied. Someone had paid good money to have a road sign made that was
deliberately misleading. The footpath was a further hundred yards up the road.
I took a few photos of the day (as I do)
The plan had been to finish walking at three o’clock, and
we weren’t far off. We finished just as the rain started. We said our goodbyes,
and we Munzee-d all the way home.
Bearing in mind the seriously high winds of the last few
days I had been fully expecting to come home to garden disaster. The first
thing I did when we got home was to have a look in the back garden. All the
fences were still standing. The bodge I’d applied on Tuesday had held. I was
rather pleased about that.
We unpacked and made a start on the laundry. First of all
we needed to re-waterproof the coats that had let trough rather more rain than
we would have liked.
"er indoors TM" boiled up a
rather good bit of curry which we scoffed whilst watching yesterday’s episode
of “Star Trek: Picard”. As a life-long trekkie I’m sorry to say that I’m
fast going off this show. When I was eight years old I used to love watching
Star Trek. This most recent episode would give an eight-year-old nightmares.
It was a shame that we missed the Cheriton Festival of
Lights which was on this evening. If we’d been told that it was actually the Festival
of Lights which was taking place rather than some dull fairy tales thing in the
library, what with the dogs being absolutely all-in, we would probably have made
the effort to go.
Oh well… maybe next time…
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