I slept well. As I scoffed toast I was messaging a friend
in the hope of getting a hint for the solution to a geo-puzzle that had eluded
me. He was bemoaning how he’d offered to help with a local scout group. Had he
made a mistake in offering? He was beginning to wonder. This made me think me
of my time as a cub scout leader…
I saw (through Facebook) that several other friends
were on foreign holidays, and there was a rather amazing argument going on in
which some religious idiot was claiming that the Bible was true for the simple
reason that it said it was. When challenged to come up with non-biblical proof
the fellow was amazed to ask how anything non-biblical might be used to prove
the bible. It is always best not to argue with the righteous…
Being Saturday we set off to Dog Club. It was rather good.
The puppies charged around like things possessed with new and old friends.
Treacle tolerated the other dogs as I shared treats with them all. There were a
few new dogs (and people) along today; everyone seemed to enjoy
themselves. At one point I counted dogs… I’m not sure I got the count right but
I was surprised at how low the number was (mid-teens); it seemed a whole
lot higher.
After Dog Club we set
off west-wards. In a novel break with tradition Steve wasn’t on the radio today;
his replacement wasn’t as good. There were no quizzes or competitions and the
reception was nowhere near as good as it usually is so we turned over to “er
indoors TM”’s choice of music which featured far less “Ivor
Biggun” than mine does.
Our plan for today was to walk round Hemsted forest. In
years gone by I had a Sparks-themed series of geocaches in those woods, but
like all series of geocaches they soon ran their course. Last summer I archived
them, and a few months ago a friend asked if I was going to replace them. I
wasn’t intending to, so she asked if I would mind if she put some caches out in
those woods.
Fine by me!!
She did, and today we went to go find them. It was a shame
that our visit coincided with some girl guide event, but the woods was plenty
big enough for all of us. I’d forgotten how pretty those woods are. My main
memory of the place was how muddy it is in winter, but today there wasn’t *that*
much mud. Treacle found some swamps though; that’s the kind of dog she is. Our route
(for the most part) followed a different route to the one I set out (four
years ago) and so we explored different paths. Geocaching-wise it was a
very good walk with some easy and some not-so-easy hides.
I took a few photos of the day. It was
only a shame that my GPS was playing up. It took ten minutes to realise we were
in Hemsted forest and not at home, and it did struggle to settle on locations;
seemingly unable to get to more than twenty feet accuracy. Mind you, “Hannah”
is eight years old; how long do these things last?
Once home I strained my brain on some geo-puzzles. If any
of my loyal readers can make (Half a ton – urban) / 11 come out to
eight, nine or ten, please let me know.
“er
indoors TM” then set off to collect “Darcie Waa Waa TM”;
with “Daddy’s Little Angel TM” off out with her mates, we
were looking after littlun. The girls soon returned home and we had a rather
good evening singing songs and scoffing KFC.
“er
indoors TM” and “Darcie Waa Waa TM” have gone up to
the attic room followed by a mass exodus of the entire wolf-pack.
I’m
going to stare at the telly for a bit then hopefully have a bit of space in the
bed (for once)
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