Julian and I had more muggle business to attend to in Margate this afternoon, but I was told I could escape for a walk if I wanted to. So I set off in blustery conditions, which of course got worse and worse the further away I was from the house. Grrr.
Eventually I returned, quite damp from the rain, having found a trio along the cilff tops of Walpole Bay, with a couple of DNF’s thrown in too. Julian looked at me rather smugly as he’d been very sensible and stayed dry indoors!
The morning was spent organising getting my sick car to the garage. Another ride on the back of a tow truck, another expensive bill, no doubt! We shall have to wait and see what the diagnosis is.
Being without transport again, I had to resort to one of my standby caches, this time Chignal Chase #1. By the time I set off to catch the bus it was beginning to turn nasty. By the time I got off the bus to start my 1.5 mile round trip walk to the cache there was a bitter westerly wind blowing stinging rain and hail into my face!
Several times I wondered what the hell I was doing here, and the only thing which kept me trudging on was some of my favourite music piped through my headphones. Eventually I reached a very welcome sign – the target of my search.
Cache found, I had to turn around and trudge back to the bus stop, barely able to feel my legs from the bum to ankles. The things I do for this geostreak!