As I peered into Facebook as I scoffed my toast I saw
a posting from an old friend who is currently living in Australia. He was
getting nostalgic and was hoping someone might organise a reunion of his old
school-mates. It would be good, but the trouble with a reunion is that in the
intervening years a *lot* of people have moved away and getting everyone
back together would be problematical at best. Take our old gang from the Boys
Brigade. The turn-out at our old leader’s funeral was a tad disappointing (frankly
piss-poor) bearing in mind how many people I contacted, but I contacted
people who’d since gone to live in Bournemouth, Minehead, Sweden, Scotland,
Tonbridge...
Or take my old school class. A couple of months ago
one of our number was back in Hastings (from Canada). Three of us met
up. Others had since moved to St Albans, Colchester, Australia, USA…
I checked my emails… three new geocaches had gone live
locally. It would have been nice to see if I could get First to Find on one of
them… but the same chap who gets all the FTFs had flown round and done the lot
in less than an hour after they went live. I would have gone out hoping to get
one and to leave the other two for others. But that’s just me.
I sulked as I had a little look at the flower pots in
the garden and had a measure-up, then Munzed. Our Guild (we’re not a Clan
any more!) had reached the first of our monthly targets. I Wordled from “waste”
through “paddy” and “parch” to “parka”. I don’t think it
could have been anything else.
We then took the dogs out. “er indoors TM” had
some maintenance to do on a couple of her geocaches, and with that done we
carried on to Orlestone where we walked the dogs round. Being mid-day I hoped
that the normal people would all be having their lunch, and for the most part
they all were. We only saw one other person and that was almost at the car
park.
I took a few photos as we walked.
We came home… and I remembered that I’d meant to go to
Wickes whilst we were out. So leaving “er indoors TM” with
the dogs I went shopping. A week or so ago we had a rat problem, and looking at
the aftermath it would seem that they’d hollowed out the sleepers that I’d used
to edge the garden. They’d gnawed in and chewed away the softer wood, and left
the knots in place. I had intended to replace those sleepers, but it struck me
that was just making a new home for them. So I got a couple of planks of
decking which will stand on bricks. Being open means there will be nowhere for
the poor rats to make nests. I do feel sorry for them… but they can go nest
elsewhere.
Again this was one of those things that was far easier
to type than to do. Driving over to
Wickes, getting what I needed, bringing it home and giving the planks a first
coat of paint took two hours.
We did “FEED THE FISH”, we had a cuppa and some
ginger cake. With my back giving me some serious grief I sat down and spent a
little while updating my geocaching databases for Kings Wood. A few weeks ago I
found another sink hole up there. That’s twenty-eight in those woods. And I
included the Wherigo I created last week into the database as well.
“er indoors TM” boiled
up a very good bit of dinner which we scoffed whilst watching more episodes of “The
Orville”.
Today has been a tad dull… and my back is still rather
painful…
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