I had another terrible night’s sleep. I had an early night
last night and woke after a couple of hours. I then lay half awake and half
asleep until half past four when I gave up trying to sleep and got up.
I made toast, watched more “Poldark” in which Master
Drake was besotted with Mistress Morwenna. As happens to the best of us.
And then I set off. First of all to the petrol station where
the miserable old bat on the till was remarkably cheerful for once.
And then up the motorway. As I drove there was all sorts of
talk on the radio about how water bills are going
through the roof. Having sold off the water companies (years ago) the
amazing revelation has been made that rather than giving it all to shareholders
as dividends, the money people have paid as water bills should have been spent
on maintaining and replacing the existing infrastructure. And so after years of
neglect the water companies are leaping into action. And having leapt they’ve
all realized they pissed away all their income.
And tere was all sorts of talk about the Chancellor of the
Exchequer, and also an interview with her. She made some speech
yesterday about how she plans to make Britain great again; such a shame that no
one really seemed to believe her.
The traffic wasn’t that bad today. Google had told me that
it would take between an hour and a half and two and a half hours to get to
Esher Common; it took two hours.
A couple of weeks ago I wrote “Having done some
serious brain-straining with Gordon over the last week we’ve got the final
locations of a series of geocaches… but they are all a long way up various
trees. To get at them we need ten-metre poles”. Geocaches rarely go up
trees, so chasing after these ones was a must-do.
Equipped with the co-ordinates of the trees up which these
geocaches were put, and with poles to get at them, I met up with Gordon and
Ralph and we had a very good wander round Esher Common. Despite being up trees,
the geocaches we were hunting weren’t as obvious as you might think. I had
suggested waiting until the mud had dried; Gordon had pointed out that by then
the leaves would be out. I struggled to see the caches on bare trees; with leaves
the caches would have been all but invisible. And for all that reaching ten
metres up a tree to get a cache down was tricky, putting them back took some
doing.
Despite it being a rather cold day, the sun shone and there
wasn’t a cloud in the sky all day. And I caught the sun too. I
took a few photos as we walked about today. We had a good day covering… well… Gordon’s step count was fourteen
thousand; mine was twenty thousand. And my GPS said we’d done nearly eight
miles whereas Ralph’s said just over six.
I got home about twelve hours after I’d set off. “er
indoors TM” boiled up lemon meringue pie for dinner.
Maybe not as “diet dinner” as it might be, but to keep the calories down
that was all we had.
And we started watching “Celebrity Hunted”. A shame
I’ve never heard of any of these so-called celebrities.
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