I couldn’t sleep last night. I gave up and got up at
three o’clock and watched an episode of “The Handmaid’s Tale” before
going and waking “er indoors TM” and
the dogs.
They weren’t keen on it.
We got on our way shortly after half past six and made
really good time right up to junction twenty-eight of the motorway where Google
told us we’d found a one-hour tailback. That was an inconvenience. But good old
Google told us of a diversion we might take along Wiggly Bottom Lane and
pausing only briefly to tiddle in a lay-by we arrived at Duxford McDonalds
about thirty seconds before Kark and Tracey.
We chuckled at the row the staff were having; we
scoffed sausage and egg McMuffins, and drove down to Rede where we went for a
little walk. As always our walk was guided by several geocaches…
We started with a puzzle at the church and couldn’t
find the information we needed.
We couldn’t find the second one…
Once we’d found the third one we realised what was
going on… geocaches all have difficulty ratings scoring them from one to five.
These had all been rated at one and a half (really easy to find) They
should really all have been rated at three and a half or higher… But we
eventually found twelve out of fourteen, and the dogs were rather good off the
leads which was a result.
From there we went to dinner at the White Horse in Rede.
The people were friendly, the food excellent. The dogs all got a treat of
biccies and cream. But it was odd that they had no ale on hand pumps. They were
getting some in a couple of weeks’ time. Presumably no demand for the stuff?
We then divided our forces. Some went to get food shopping.
We went to the Nethergate brewery to
get beer and cider. An interesting place – it’s got its own bar. Might go back there
in a day or so…
And then on to the holiday cottage. There’s a pin for
the place on Google maps. You’d think the pin would correspond with the actual
location, wouldn’t you? But we found it, and once unpacked we had a little look
around.
The place has three ponds. As a pond-keeper I rather
thought that the smaller two might need a little maintenance. The third looked
to be in a very sorry state. Behind a gate and with very thick weed and much
all over its surface. So thick that you might mistake it for solid ground if
you were as silly as Morgan and Bailey who went charging up… There was a look
of total horror on their faces as the ground on which they were running just
collapsed underneath them.
They aren’t keen on swimming at the best of times.
Fortunately there was a hose in the cottage garden.
They weren’t keen on the hose either but there it was. It was as well we’d
brought a lot of dog shampoo along, and it didn’t take *that* long to
scrub them.
We had some rather good pizzas for tea which we
scoffed in a conservatory. Have you ever scoffed in a conservatory? I’d not
convinced about them.
The beer gave way to port, and it all got rather vague…
I
took a few photos of the day… sadly nowhere near as many as I usually do.
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