REMOVE EXCESS MOISTURE WITH A SOFT, LINT-FREE CLOTH

trouty was in london and i really wanted to plant the most wonderful travel bug in the world, ‘grassington gecko’, in one of my caches. so i got cracking straight away and went as fast as i possibly could all the way to my armchair.

i did some swigging and did some reading. i had a peaceful day all by myself and used the excuse of april showers to not go and place the TB. trouty arrived on the train at 17:15 and i went to meet her. what a lovely day it was, now that it had stopped raining. she said that it hadn’t rained in london; oh, how we laughed as we thought of the wet surrey rain moving up to the smoke now that she was back in the now dry new haw area. so off we went up the towpath for cache maintainance and TB placing purposes. oh, how we laughed as we fed the ducks and swans, oh, how we stopped laughing when the big black cloud appeared. oh, how we did not laugh at all as the heavens opened.

this is naught but an april shower we thought as we sheltered under murray’s bridge. this is a bit much for an april shower we thought as the daylight was fading and we kept trudging through the puddles on the towpath. it poured down.

i walked straight past the anchor pub because there was not a moment to spare. the cache was fine and the box was stuffed so i had to take out a swedish chef doll to get grassington gecko in and the lid back on. the contents of the box were dry whereas we were not. back we trudged.

i did not call in at the anchor on the way back. i did not call in at the plough in byfleet village on the way to tesco. i wanted to be at home in the warm and dry. eventually i was.

i changed my clothes and hung my cagoule thing up to dry and rather regretted having walked in a downpour for three hours. but the cache is ok and the TB is inside it and the rate that cache is being found he won’t be there for very long and i’ll be clocking up the miles on his tracking record.

and while we were in tesco we got some atora suet because we wanted dumplings after an ordeal like that. i hope it rains tomorrow; the dumplings will be all the better if the weather is lousy again. i was too knackered to cook them tonight so we just had soup and bread instead. oh well.

swig stats: exceedingly slim
soakingness stats: exceedingly moist

next time i go out, dear reader, would you be kind enough to shout ‘brolly’ at me before i shut the door?