On my way into Farnham I ran into the Gun Dog Guy, and he asked where I was yesterday. When I told him I was happily sitting on the lounge, watching the downpour out the back he grimaced. He’d been walking the dog up to the top of the park and managed to get wetter than he’d ever been.
I told him that when it rained that much, our two didn’t go for a walk. (I didn’t bother telling him we have a very long extension/hall where we can roll the tennis ball for them for hours.) He shook his head ruefully. He told me that if he didn’t take the gun dog for a walk, he didn’t get any work done because the dog wouldn’t leave him alone.
Today, though, the weather was lovely. No sign of rain and quite warm. Mind you, the nights have started having a chilly edge to them but, for the days, it’s still summery.
It was so lovely that we went to Hankley.
Actually, Hankley was more or less forced on us.
For reasons unknown, Hale Road was chock-a-block with cars going into town. Mirinda decided that maybe we’d go towards Odiham – walk the Basingstoke Canal maybe. Except that as we approached the roundabout that leads up to Odiham, it was also chock-a-block.
Again, there was no explanation for the jam. It wasn’t exactly peak hour. Or home time for the schools. The latter would be an impossibility given the schools are not scheduled to return until next week.
WARNING! RANT AHEAD!
Speaking of the schools…today our so-called Prime Minister declared that school kids didn’t need to wear masks. He was filmed at a high school telling the students this. They would be safe, he told them. No need to worry about coronavirus, he told them, schools are safe.
Of course, I agree with this, which is very odd given how much I despise the PM for his destruction of this once great country, but I think the sooner the world gets back to some sort of normal, the better. Not least because of the inconsiderate arseholes who think nothing of spreading their germs everywhere.
Wear a mask to protect others, the self-righteous preach. Do it for the old., the infirm, the poorly ones. Then we find this:
It was just thrown, drool ridden, on the ground, regardless of the fact that there was a bin not 20 feet away. I guess, when it comes down to it, it’s everyone for themselves and fuck the rest.
RANT OVER!
In order to finish this post on a happy note, here’s a lovely bit of lichen I spotted growing on a tree at Hankley. It’s either angel wings or a heart but, given the fact that angels don’t exist but some of us still have hearts, I’m going with the heart.
