Climbing the North Face

Yesterday failed to go entirely to plan. I settled down to read about Cezanne only to find that he is next week’s task. This week is all about Christopher Marlowe and Doctor Faustus and that involved an Audio CD of a performance of the play. Fine, not exactly hard work, is it. I made a mug of coffee, found the disk and settled down to… nothing. My new pooter didn’t realise that it had a DVD drive!

My study area is not quite large enough
My study area is not quite large enough

Some googling led me to the right course of action and eventually I sorted matters out. I had just completed Act 1 and got up to make some toast for my lunch when Nell bounced into the van. They were home long before I was finished but happily sat there whilst I completed my play – by which time they were both itching to be out again. I rather felt that although I had half a chapter left to cover on Marlowe I could do with some activity too and thus we set off to find Moyle Hill and to look for a geocache there.


Moyle is only 150 metres to the summit and I realised we would be probably at half that by the time we reached the path up. Easy Peasy. I can do that, I thought. We planned a route up from marker post 16 and back down by number 19.

It turned out to be a very steep ascent on a prime male deer track through a dark and spooky patch of the forest, emerging huffing and puffing into a clearing at the summit that houses an ancient hill fort and a tupperware box. The handy bench would have afforded some great views if the air had not been so thick. We noted it down as a possible picnic spot for the 25th December. Good thing I took my supplements today!


The cache was readily found but was in a poor state. We spent some time drying it out and have brought the sodden log sheet home to dry out. We’ll return it another day with some extra cache treasure.


The way down was again no more than a deer track, steeper than the one we went up by, and we clearly went wrong along the way as we popped out at marker post 17. I was not unhappy about this, it being far closer to home and my knees by now on fire from the near vertical ascent and descent.


I’d hoped to have time alone again today to complete this week’s work but it has been raining hard all morning. It had to happen sometime, we have been spoiled so far. The weather is expected to improve in the early afternoon and there is now talk of more hills and further caches. I am torn between Adventure and Marlowe. My knees are not in two minds at all – “stay home!” they cry.

We shall see.

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Petunias always make me think of Dinghies

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It has been a busy day, not much time for anything. We walked the dog this morning but I took no photographs until I decided to take a few potshots in the village on our way back.

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