Over brekkie I watched yesterday’s episode of “Thunderbirds are Go”. It was only the
fifth episode of the second series; I hadn’t missed the start of the second
season by much, and I’ve now seen most of the episodes I had missed via
catch-up TV. I quite like it; there are plenty of references to the original
and to other Gerry Anderson stuff if you pay attention. There was even a South Park reference which surprised me.
Looking out of the window I could see the
weather was a complete turn-about on yesterday. I think my little dog had also
seen that and he knew what was coming. He turned his nose up at his breakfast;
he never eats his breakfast when he thinks we are going out. I tried to get him
to eat some more (or any of it) but
he wasn’t keen. So I gave up trying to feed a dog that wouldn’t eat and we set
off for deepest Surrey where we met Karl Tracy and Charlotte.
We’d been talking about walking the Dry Hill
Hike for some time; today we got round to it. I wouldn’t say the hill was “dry”; but it was certainly not as wet as
it might have been. A lot of the route we walked was on bridleways and country
lanes, and despite a lot of the paths being obviously heavily used by horses,
the mud was superficial at worst. As we walked we went past some rather
beautiful houses. We saw lots of horses and their riders, a friendly robin, and
we even rescued a little mouse from my dog. And at 11am we observed a
two-minute silence on a little diversion to an iron-age fort.
Geocaching-wise we managed a clean sweep. We
went along having spoken with the owner of the series who’d felt two caches
might need replacing, but found the lot. One of the supposedly missing ones was
laying out in the open in a field of crops some seven metres from the obvious
hide, but we left it where (we felt)
it was supposed to be. Mind you the walk was very “old-school”. We walked a series of twenty caches; the same route
could have had forty. It was an excellent walk but had I organised the route I
would have put more caches on it. But then these older series are more spread
out.
After seven miles walking we got back to
the cars rather earlier than planned, so we got out of muddy boots and wandered
down the road to the nearby pub. We sat in front of a roaring fire and enjoyed
a pint of Harvey’s best bitter. And then a pint of London Pride went down
rather well. I was eyeing the Harvey’s Old Ale, but with a fifty-plus miles
journey home along the motorway there is only so far one can go without a
tiddle stop.
As we pulled up so our new neighbour was
coming out of next door. We chatted for a few minutes; he seems pleasant
enough. Here’s hoping.
I
then hosed the mud off of my dog’s underneath and off of our boots. "er
indoors TM" had been given a list of instructions from
"Daddy’s Little Angel TM" so as she set off on her
chores I sparked up my lap-top. I took a few photos as we walked; I
published those for the world to see, then settled in front of the telly.
I watched Friday’s episode of South
Park; I’m now pretty sure who I thought was supposed to be Michael Jackson is
actually supposed to be Donald Trump’s wife.
I watched another episode of Game of
Thrones. It was rather good.
Then there was David Attenborough and
Planet Earth II. It was very good.
And then there was something of a disappointment.
“Mars”
is supposed to be a documentary about the first manned mission to Mars (in 2033) with flashbacks to current-day
footage from Space X explaining the technology. The bits from Space X were
interesting. The speculative bits were rather rubbish really. Obviously made
from dramatic effect they were somewhat lacking in any kind of scientific basis.
Even the Apollos of nearly fifty years ago didn’t have single stage rockets
going from Houston to the Moon and back.
I’d been looking forward to the show… I
hope the second episode is an improvement on the first…
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