All the lights were on next door when I went to the
loo just before five o’clock. I went back to bed, and got up at eight.
I made toast and sent out birthday wishes to the four
Facebook friends having birthdays, then had a little look-see to find out if
I’d missed much overnight. I hadn’t really. Someone who’d never once taken the
trouble to hide a geocache of their own was on one of the Facebook geocaching
pages moaning about how people only ever put out small hides these days. I
wrote a reply… and deleted it. I couldn’t be bothered to argue. But this is the
way of the world isn’t it. No matter what the hobby (geocaching, astronomy,
keeping snakes, kite-flying, sci-fi fandom, scouting, dogs…) no one ever
says “why don’t we…”. It is always “why don’t you…”
I took the dogs out. We walked down the road to the
car… then I remembered that I’d parked it up the road.
We drove up to the woods where it was very foggy. As
we walked Morgan marched off in front as he does. He stopped at a corner and
started growling. I looked round the corner and saw some woman pinning a red
setter to the ground. This woman was constantly asking “are they all right”
whilst glancing at Morgan and Bailey. I assured her that they were, and she got
up. Her dog gave me a look of total embarrassment and walked past. What was that all about?
Our walk today was one that was spelled out by our
recent emails. We’d had reports that four of the geocaches I’d hidden in the
woods were missing, so I planned a walk which would visit each of them. One was
missing; three were where they were supposed to be.
As we walked we saw some horses about a hundred yards
in front of us. I was rather pleased that the dogs saw them and ignored them.
I lost the dogs in the fog a few times, but each time
they came back when I whistled.
And we found a rather nice woolly hat. I put it on a
waymarker post so hopefully the owner will see it. But if it is still there on
our next walk, I’m having it.
After either six miles (according to my phone)
or six and three quarter miles (according to my watch) we got back to
the car.
We came home for a cuppa, and with that guzzled I
voomed round the garden with the lawnmower. You forget just how fast a lawn can
grow.
I wanted to crack in in the garden, but the bugs are
still (mostly) hibernating and I didn’t want to disturb them. And I’d
already done six miles round the woods and mowed the lawn. It’s rather easy to
overdo it and end up aching for a week, so I settled in front of the telly and
watched episode of “Four In A Bed” in which everyone started off being
all buddy-buddy but fell out quite spectacularly at the end.
I spent a little while playing with ChatGPT… I’m only
allowed a few photos each day (because I’m mean and have the free version).
I’ve created a little album of the better
photos I’ve made over the last few days and weeks. I’m quite pleased with what
it can do.
“er indoors TM” boiled
up pizza and chips then went off bowling. I sparked up Netflix and started
watching a film. “Stripes”
was something of a disappointment… I’m sure I can remember it being much better.
I turned it off half-way through. It hasn’t stood the test of time.
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