Helen Chick
I’d half-thought that I might go for a good caching run today, what with it being a “free” Saturday, but the weather was ordinary, and there was long-neglected house-keeping that needed to be done whether I liked it or not (mostly not, except that I feel better if it’s done). In fact, what really happened was that I went on a shopping spree, then found a couple of caches anyway, before coming home and doing various odds and ends, most of which were in the “house-keeping” category but which were not documented for posterity because the state of neglect that might have been revealed was too embarrassing to allow!
The photos and commentary are here.
No No! Don’t hide the silver sparklies, your hair is up grading to platinum, embrace it!
Just to let you all know that the Helen Chick Memorial Bicycle in Oxford is being used regularly by one Dr Kim Beswick from Tasmania – helmet and all – but we have had to lower the seat. Today she rode as far as Woodstock. She has been using the Helen Chick Memorial Guest Room and Laptop Desk, and has also been to one of the Helen Chick Memorial Country Food Pubs.
Good to hear (though with all these mentions of “Memorial” I just feel obliged to observe, in case anyone — including myself — has any doubts, that “I’m not dead yet”). Well done to Kim for the Woodstock trip (yes, the seat adjustment would definitely be necessary, since Kim’s altitude differential is smaller than mine), and for negotiating the A34/A420 roundabout … and all the other chaotic bits!