With the heatwave
passed (for now) I slept much better last night. I made toast and had my
usual rummage round the Internet. I was presented with a memory… nine years ago
we had the geo-rally. We all met
up at the motorway services near the Medway towns, and at one o’clock in the
afternoon we all set off in our various directions. We had twenty-four hours to
go geocaching, and there were points for types of geocaches found, and for
counties and countries visited. We travelled three hundred and twenty eight
miles through nine counties and came fourth out of nine teams.
I wonder if we might have another rally… The only problem
is that at the time the local geo-fed wasn’t keen on the idea even though he was
happy with a similar event that happened every year in Sussex. I’ve emailed him
to sound him out. Here’s hoping.
As I drove the dogs to the woods the pundits on the radio
were talking about how the Chancellor of the
Exchequer was seen crying in public. The poor woman’s probably
finding the job a tad more stressful tat she thought…
We got to the woods and had a good walk. The dogs charged
about as dogs do. They chased shadows and completely missed squirrels and slow
worms and deer. Fortunately they completely missed any fox poo as well.
After four and a bit miles we were back at the car and
heading home. I hung out washing and packed in readiness for next week.
Is it just me who packs undercrackers as though I’m
expecting terminal dire rear?
I programmed “Hannah” for the New Forest, did some
CPD, and had a little kip
I woke up over an hour later.
Now to load up the “er indoors TM” -mobile,
collect the house-sitter (“Daddies’ Little Angel TM” and Pogo)
and have an early night…
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