I had something of a lie-in this morning. Over toast I had
my usual root around the Internet as I do. An old friend’s younger brother was
posting photos from his time at our old school. Apart from formal photos, I
don’t think I’ve got any photos from my time at secondary school.
One of the major changes in my life has been the
availability of photographs. Back in the day cameras had film. A camera could
take only so many photos and then you had to take the thing to a shop, leave it
with them and collect the photos a few days later. Consequently photography was
something of an arse-ache. These days you point your phone, upload to whichever
social media you fancy, and within seconds everyone could see what you’d been
up to.
I spent a few minutes looking at pictures of pre-formed
waterfall segments. That might be exactly what I need for my Bog Filter Mk II,
but they ain’t cheap. I shall go to a couple of pond shops to see the things in
reality before I hand over hard cash.
Leaving in the washing machine doing its thing I got the
dogs into the car and we set off for our walk. As I drove “In Our Time” was on the
radio, Sometimes that show is fascinating and interesting and captivating.
Today it was tedious in the extreme; utterly dull drivel about whether or not
women went to the theatre in ancient Greece.
I switched over to my music and sang along to Ivor Biggun
songs instead.
We got to the woods and had a good walk. The car park was
quite full; there were loads of people with small children playing about in the
hundred yards surrounding the car park, but once we were away from there we
walked for four miles without seeing anyone else at all. As we walked I tested
out one of the apps on my watch; one mile is near enough two thousand two
hundred of my steps. Three miles was six thousand six hundred and one steps.
We came home. As the dogs had their brekkie I hung out the
washing, then made myself a cuppa. “Daddy’s Little Angel TM”
phoned. Pogo had been to the vets where he had crapped on their floor twice and
pissed up their counter. Much as I love him, he really can be a twatbag
sometimes.
I painted up the sleepers that I bought yesterday. Treacle
wouldn’t stop rubbing up against what I’d just painted.
I then ironed. As I ironed I watched a couple of episodes
of “Cleaning
Up”; a rather good Netflix drama, then went out to feed the fish. That
bog filter was overflowing again…
And then my phone beeped. A couple of days ago I’d created an EarthCache based on the sink
holes in Kings Wood. The geo-feds had accepted what I’d done.
“er indoors TM” came home and boiled
up sausages and chips. As we scoffed them so my phone beeped again. A First to
Find on my new Earthcache less than two hours after it went live. Bering in
mind that there were two places to visit in the woods, and both were over a
mile into the woods (as the crow flies) that was rather impressive.
I’m going to work tomorrow… for a rest.
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