With an alarm set I didn’t sleep well. Treacle was restless
too; falling off the bed twice during the night.
I got up at half past four hoping for a quiet bit of toast only to have “Daddies’ Little Angel TM” and Pogo coming to say goodbye. Then “er indoors TM” and the dogs came down. Bailey saw this as an opportunity for an extra hunting session in the garden. Treacle followed “er indoors TM” about like a lost lamb, and Morgan staggered about with a WTF is going on expression.
We eventually set sail at half past five and after a couple
of delays (!) were at the McDonalds at Picket Post at almost exactly the
same time as Karl, Tracey, Jess and Charlotte. Bearing in mind that diets are
for people who aren’t on holiday I tucked in to a double sausage and egg
McMuffin and washed it down with a toffee latte.
With scoff scoffed we drove a short way down the road and
went for a little walk. And it can come as no surprise that any walk in my
world is directed by geocaches. The first was a straightforward find. The second
was a tad trickier in that we had to go to an information board to get some information.
It was a shame that the information board was missing. It was a greater shame
that it took us quite so long to realise that whoever it was that had set that
puzzle geocache had already given us the information that we needed.
But we had a very good walk.
From our walk we drove down to the Elm Tree Inn in Ringwood
where we had a rather good lunch washed down with arguably too much beer.
From there we all went shopping. Some went to the supermarket for vital supplies. Me – I went to the sixpenny brewery for vital supplies.
And with everyone in possession of victuals we made our way to our base of operations for the next week
Unpacking didn’t take that long, and we were soon sitting
in the garden setting about various drinks watching the birds… and as it got
dark watching the bats.
I’ve ordered more beer to be collected tomorrow… what we’ve got will hopefully last till then.
I
took a few photos today…
I got up at half past four hoping for a quiet bit of toast only to have “Daddies’ Little Angel TM” and Pogo coming to say goodbye. Then “er indoors TM” and the dogs came down. Bailey saw this as an opportunity for an extra hunting session in the garden. Treacle followed “er indoors TM” about like a lost lamb, and Morgan staggered about with a WTF is going on expression.
But we had a very good walk.
From there we all went shopping. Some went to the supermarket for vital supplies. Me – I went to the sixpenny brewery for vital supplies.
And with everyone in possession of victuals we made our way to our base of operations for the next week
I’ve ordered more beer to be collected tomorrow… what we’ve got will hopefully last till then.
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