Not Ada Day

Last year, today was Ada Lovelace Day, patron saint of female scientists, having moved from March. This year, it has moved to 16 October. I’m beginning to think it’s like Easter and moves arbitrarily with the phases of the moon. Anyway, more on Ada in nine days time, I guess.

The taxi driver from Friday, it appears, has some sort of direct line to the weather. Today was, as predicted, grey all day with no rain. He claimed Monday would be horrible. I’m hoping he doesn’t get his hat trick.

Following our viewing of Snow White and the Huntsman, today we took the poodles to Frensham. We haven’t been for ages.

It was quite easy spotting the parts that were used for filming although all the black bits have since recovered, with green appearing everywhere, but the spots used for the horsemen racing across the ridge were exactly as filmed.

Of course, the small camp was burned down and nothing remains of it which, as I reported ages ago, is a shame. However, the whole place looked lovely, though somewhat crowded.

Something that both angered me and made me chuckle was the driver of a 4WD Land Rover who stopped at the edge of a big black pool of water, engine annoyingly rumbling. Out of the passenger door climbed a woman. She picked up a big stick and started taking depth readings in the puddle.

I wonder why they have a 4WD. Perhaps they don’t like getting it wet. A couple were walking by and offered some advice. Apparently the Land Rover had ‘street’ tyres on and it was deemed inadvisable to just drive through the water. This passer by suggested keeping two wheels out of the water, driving on the edge of the puddle.

It seems to me that if you have a 4WD vehicle with ‘street’ tyres on, you shouldn’t be driving through National Trust land anyway however, to then erode the track more by driving half on the dry bank, is just reprehensible. We kept walking and didn’t see the outcome but I really hope they ended up getting stuck.

Apart from this little interlude, the rest of the walk was wonderful, culminating in meeting and chatting with a woman with three papillons. There were two adult dogs, born on the same day but to different litters and a puppy who was determined to make friends with Carmen. They were ridiculously cute, soft and fluffy.

An all round, lovely day.

On Frensham Pond…I could NEVER live here!