In a novel break with tradition I left my watch on last
night, and this morning it told me that I’d had a good night’s sleep. One lives
and learns. I thought I’d had a terrible night. The bed and floor creaked every
time I moved, and I was amazed at how many times during the night I looked for
a clock that wasn’t there. But my watch told me that I slept well, so it must
be true. Mind you I’d been up and on the toilet for ten minutes before it
realized I was up.
Morgan and Treacle got up, and Bailey appeared from
wherever it was that she’d spent the night. I took the dogs out. The biggest
two tiddled and came back in, Bailey charged into the hedges and carried on the
hunting she’d been doing yesterday. She spent pretty much all of yesterday
afternoon and evening hunting round the garden. I have no idea what she was
after, but whatever it was, she wasn’t going to give up on it.
I told her to tiddle; she stopped hunting , looked at me
with obvious contempt and did that which she’s been told to do.
We all went back inside and back to bed where we woke “er
indoors TM”. Being Saturday we tuned in to Steve and
Ashford Radio over the Internet. It seemed odd listening to him and not getting
ready for Dog Club. We (I) got the “Guess the Lyrics” competition: “I’m
hoping it’s going to come true” – Breakfast in
America by Supertramp.
We spent a little while watching te birds and squirrels on
the bird feeder, then had a rather good full English breakfast the seeing that
the forecast rain had come a lot earlier than expected we got out the Infinity table
and played scrabble. I say “scrabble”; it was a word-based game that was
different enough from scrabble to avoid litigation, but close enough to make no
difference.
Eventually the rain dried up, and we went for a little walk
in the nearby woods. Our route was laid out by three geocaches over five and a
bit miles. We had a good walk. The dogs got to run for the most part but they
went back on leads when we saw the horses. Somehow the walk involved far more uphill
than there ever was downhill – how did that work?
Geocaching-wise the walk wasn’t the best, With an entire
forest to hide things it did we really have to stomp quite so deep into the
undergrowth?
We came back to base where we sat in the garden watching the
world go by. And drinking beer. Dinner was rather good, and as the evening went
on we got the infinity table out again and it all got rather vague…
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