I slept well, but got up a little earlier than I might have
done. I made toast and peered into a rather dull internet. Not much was
happening at all this morning. I Munzed and got an incredibly silly wordle on
the second to last try. “Indie”? Is that a word?
I got coats onto Morgan and Bailey (as it was cold)
and leads onto all three and we set off to the woods again. As we drove the
pundits on the radio were again talking about how President Trump is going to
sort out the Ukrainian situation. There wasn’t actually anything new being said
on the matter, but that didn’t stop the windbags pontificating in the matter.
We got to the woods. I had hoped to park in the lower car
park for today’s phase of my Kings Wood geo-project, and setting off early
meant that we got a space. There are loads of spaces at the top car park, but only
half a dozen spaces at the lower one. We could have parked at the top and walked
down, but that would have added to an already long walk.
As we walked away from the car park we saw a few other dog
walkers. All of whom seemed to be gripped by panic when they saw my three off
the leads. About half-way round our walk we saw a familiar face; a chap who regularly
walks dogs round the woods. I said how good it was to see another dog walker
who wasn’t terrified at the sight of another dog. He laughed and said he knew
exactly what I meant.
We also saw a chap I call “Billy Big Bolllox”. He
walks round with four huge dogs and always swears at my three when he sees
them. He never seems to see me, and when I ask him if there is an issue he all
but craps himself in terror. Which was what happened today. All the mouth at
the dogs until I came round the corner when he was suddenly all smiles and
ingratiating.
As we walked we saw deer. I’m no expert but I *think*
there are two different species of deer in Kings Wood.
The first lot we saw today were up by the viewpoint facing
Canterbury. These deer were bigger taller deer not entirely unlike ponies in
their build. About half an hour and a mile later we saw another herd. These
ones were much smaller; shaped rather like sheep.
Once we were a little way round our walk my phone beeped.
The thirty-eight geocaches that we hid at the north side of the woods yesterday
had gone live, and geocaching HQ had awarded me a little e-souvenir for hiding
them.
We came home having hidden forty-three more geocaches. I
did the paperwork, and then phoned the council. Last Thursday someone had coned
off half of half of the parking bay outside our house. Whilst we’d been up the
woods someone had extended the coned area and put cones on the bay up the road.
The council are sending someone out to have a look as there is no record of any
need for these cones. Mind you they said that last Friday…
With “er indoors TM” off out running
an errand I started dinner going and whilst it simmered I sparked up Netflix
and watched a film. “The Pope’s Exorcist” was a
rather good film in which it turned out that the King of Hell had resisted all
attempts at being exorcised in the fifteenth century and so had been locked in
a disused monastery in Spain. And then some clueless American had bought the
monastery and opened it up so’s King Devil could get out.
The lead character was based on a real-life character, not that
exorcism is really a thing, but it made for a good film.
“er indoors TM” returned and I
doshed out dinner. I was rather impressed with how it came out. Mind you, plov
is simple enough to do, and a bottle of “fresh and fruity” Blossom Hill
washed it down nicely.
Hic…
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