I had somewhat naively hoped that the dogs would have
slept better last night. This early morning’s bout of silly beggars took place
at five o’clock; half an hour earlier than it did yesterday. Having given the
impression that they needed a widdle I opened the bedroom door… and then had to
chase all three round the cottage to herd them into the garden. I saw two
raking out, and can only hope the third did too.
We got back to bed eventually…
After a bit of brekkie we got going. We went down to
nearby Shimpling where we had a bit of a walk following a series of geocaches
as we do. There was a minor incident as the dogs chased off after a huge rabbit…
it might have been a hare: I really should find out what the difference is.
We found an archaeology site. No one was digging
though which was probably for the best as we could have made serious nuisances
of ourselves. We had a picnic in the graveyard…
Geocaching-wise I can’t recommend the route. When you
hide a geocache you rate the difficulty, state the size of the thing, and give
a little clue. The difficulties were all left at the default setting, the sizes
given (when given at all) were misleading, and the clues were
meaningless at best. Sadly many of the caches had been seemingly just
drop-kicked into the hedge. Which was very strange as the chap had clearly put
a lot of effort into creating quite a few very well made hand-crafted caches.
one.
After six and a half miles we were back at the car. We
came home for a little drinkie. And another. And another. And the evening got
progressively more and more vague.
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