This morning as I looked at Facebook I saw some
friends had been to a bonfire parade just outside of Lewes last night. Friends
I met through kite flying, and ones I’ve not met in person for far too long.
This is why I love Facebook – I can keep in touch despite being a four hour
round trip away. Mind you the flip side of Facebook is all the squabbling.
Browsing through one petty argument I learned the term “TERF” this morning – it means “trans-exclusionary
radical feminist” and someone was accused of being one on a Facebook page
ostensibly about Star Trek (of all things).
We got the dogs onto
their leads and went out. Up to Boughton Monchelsea for the Geocaching
International Film Festival. We’ve not done one of these before. The idea is
that hunters of Tupperware across the world make small films about their
geocaching adventures and these get shown across the world and the worldwide
geocaching community vote to decide the best one. A couple of dozen hunters of
Tupperware sat down at the Boughton Monchelsea scout hut and after we’d all
said hello the films started. Sadly we left half way through as the dogs were
getting fractious. Perhaps we might have left the dogs at home, but having been
told that Treacle isn’t averse to barking when left alone, I’m loathe to leave
them for any period of time.
It didn’t help that
there was some strange child there who sat facing away from the films and
staring at the dogs whilst scoffing bowls of popcorn…
On leaving the geo-film
show, our plan was to drive down to Tenterden to walk a geocaching Adventure
Lab, but a quick glance at the map showed we were driving straight past one in
Headcorn. So we stopped off there and walked up the High Street doing a rather
enjoyable little treasure hunt. We were taken to five places where we had to
get the answer to a question. All answers were quickly found except at the
fourth location where there was mention of a footpath sign. There were two; we
had the wrong one and didn’t see the right one for a minute or so.
At each point we had to
count the vowels in each answer, and with all five locations visited we then
did a few sums and soon ended up with the co-ordinates of the final bonus
geocache which was only a short walk away.
This made for a rather
good little walk for the day.
We came home and I did
my usual trick of watching episodes of “Four In A Bed” in which three
rather overpriced places tried (and failed) to compete with somewhere
charging a quarter of what they were asking.
I then had a stroke of
genius (I have those, you know). I might put together an entry for next
year’s Geocaching International Film Festival.
I’ve already started on the script…
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