Apparently one should go to church on a Sunday. I’m not sure if it counts when you go to 7 different churches and all you do is look for tupperware.
A day of getting confused about whether we were in Bedfordshire, Northamptonshire or Cambridgeshire. It was all three, at some point.
We found ourselves at my folks’ house in Measham for the weekend after I’d been up in Blackpool during the week. The kids wanted to stay in, so Kas took me out to lunch, via a few churches.
Ami and I had a spare Sunday afternoon so we arranged to meet up with BingBongLong in Aynho to have a go at Gingko’s COYQ series.
A January day and what better way to spend it than pushing the caching numbers up a bit. Some would say that sitting at home with a few beers, but they’re welcome to that. Sun’s out, then so am I.
A day to remember in more ways than one, with a target of visiting the event at the uninhabited village of Imber in the middle of one of the Ministry of Defence’s training areas on Salisbury Plain.
A Sunday afternoon out just before Christmas to fill in another day from The Matrix. It turned into a bit of a disaster, but resulted in me making a decision about the future.
A weekday morning and yet another day where I took the morning off to fill in a spot on The Matrix. This time, I headed for the village of Pavenham, to the north of Bedford.