I didn’t sleep at all well. “er indoors TM” and the hounds had captured most of the available bedspace, and I found myself hanging off of the edge of the bed for much of the night. I gave up trying to sleep at half past four, and spent an hour or so on-line before getting an hour’s sleep.
Eventually I got up, and played a game of “fetch” with the dogs in which Pogo tried to fetch windfall plums whilst Treacle tried to stop him. It kept us all occupied.
We had brekkie, then set off to the Lincolnshire showground for the annual UK Geocaching Mega; a meet-up of all the nation’s hunters of Tupperware. As we drove I Munzee-ed like a thing possessed. Munzee-ers had taken the opportunity to get busy too.
We got to the showground and looked for the sign-in point. Having been told (in no uncertain terms) that we had to pre-book (at a cost), we found that attendance wrist-bands were being given out to anyone who asked for them. And suitably wrist-banded we had a little look-see at what was going on.
We spent much of the morning playing the Adventure lab games; a fun outdoor activity. It was a shame that the things were rather fragile though. Two of them were broken by eleven o’clock.
As we adventure-lab-ed I did chuckle at one old bat. Rudely insisting that everyone kept a distance of at least two metres from her, she had no qualms about walking up to other people. Social distancing only works one way in her world.
We joined the queue at the burger van, and it wasn’t long before we were scoffing dinner whilst watching the medieval re-enactment brigade. I couldn’t work out how medieval types could do a GPS-based hobby but I suppose they managed somehow.
We adventure-lab-ed for a bit in the afternoon whilst having a little look round the stalls, then having bought the obligatory supporters pack (that no one ever really wants) we went to find the bar. Having been told about how good the bar was we discovered it probably had been good a few days ago, but was past its best by the time we got there. It was a shame that the organisers were staging a “Meet the Reviewers” event in the bar just as we were about to have a second pint. It could have been interesting *if* we’d been able to hear what was being said. We slipped off quietly.
We stopped off on the way home to walk the dogs. The weather forecast had been against us, but we didn’t get *that* wet really. Mind you we’d been lucky – five miles down the road we saw it had rained torrentially as we tried to find a co-op. have you ever tried to find a co-op? They take some finding.
We made our way back to base. Karl and Tracey made dinner whilst Charlotte ran the dogs ragged. I sat and drank beer and offered sage advice (as I do).
Dinner was particularly good, but by the time we got it all scoffed and had loaded the dishwasher it was too late to go for an evening stroll. Instead we sat and I dozed off. I woke to find everyone else had gone to bed, and then spent half an hour being unable to upload any photos from today.
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