I slept well; staying in my pit for over eight hours
last night. I got up, made toast and had a look at the Internet as I do. It was
much the same as it ever is. Someone had posted a photograph of a blood cell on
one of the work-related Facebook pages and asked what it was, and there were as
many different answers as there were people to give them. No one was saying
this is whatever it is for the following reasons; everyone was saying this is
whatever it is because I say so. It bothers me that it is quite clear from the
profiles of some of the utterly wrong protagonists that they are in a position
to have their utterly wrong ideas taken seriously.
I rolled my eyes as I read the reviews of the most
recent episode of “Star Trek: Starfleet Academy”. The so-called fans
were again doing their best to get the show cancelled. So-called Star Trek fans
have been actively opposed to all the follow-on Star Trek series ever since the
animated series came out in 1973.
We got ourselves organised and drove down to
Winchelsea. During the week the latest set of geocaching treasures came out,
and there was a little series of caches along a footpath from Winchelsea to Rye
that would fit the bill.
We parked up at the railway station and walked along a
quiet lane to our first target. We soon found that, and then wandered along to
our second quarry in the wonderfully-named “Dumb Woman’s Lane”. It turns out that the dumb woman in question
had her tongue chopped out so that she couldn’t squeal up the local smugglers.,
The third cache was one that was missing. I’d messaged
the chap who’d hidden it, and he was happy for us to replace it. So after a
little look round to be sure it was missing we replaced it.
The fourth was a cute little model insect hanging in a
tree. So many people must walk straight past it and not notice.
The fifth probably went in the floods following the
recent heavy rain so we replaced it
The sixth was blatantly obvious… but I couldn’t see it
for looking.
The seventh was rather close to someone’s back garden.
The paper inside was soaking wet so we replaced it.
And then we turned round and came back along the way
we’d been. Having checked out the path on the way there, we let the dogs off
the leads for the way back as there was a river on one side of the path and a
fence on the other so they couldn’t get into trouble… or so we thought. It
didn’t take them very long to get through the fence and start chasing rabbits
through the thick gorse. They came back after less than five minutes, but it
seemed a lot longer.
The chap who’d hidden the caches had mentioned that he
doesn’t live locally and that maintenance was an issue for him. He said he’s
looking for someone to adopt the series… It’s too far away for me, and when I
go doing geo-maintenance I want the dogs to be able to run without getting
stuck on the other side of a fence.
After two miles there and two miles back we got back
to the car. I was surprised at just how short the walk from Winchelsea railway
station to Rye had been. I took a few photos as we walked.
We came home. The dogs had baths and were soon all
snoring contentedly. I did the geo-admin for this morning’s walk then spent a
couple of hours marking more trainee’s portfolio work before nodding off.
I might have an early night… I’m not feeling on top
form…
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