By: Blonde Two
Today it is sunny … again!
Which is good news because the Two Blondes are off on a Bronze DofE expedition. We shall be roaming country lanes, crossing fields and camping in a beautiful spot – none of it on Dartmoor but all of it pretty.
I had to get in touch with Blonde One yesterday to ask her for special permission to bring my sunglasses today. Strange thing to do, you might think, but we have a Blonde issue here. Every time I take my sunglasses on a Blonde trip, it rains. She has been very generous and said that I can so they are ready on the table next to my (even heavier than usual) day sack which contains sun cream and extra water for smaller people.There is another issue with my bringing sun glasses – I keep losing/breaking them. I like Bloc ones and at £40 a pair, this is getting to be an expensive hobby. This year, at the beginning of the expedition season, Blonde One and I went on a special sunglasses trip to Cotswold Outdoor (we love it there) and chose me pair number five. I went for white this time in the hope that they will show up when I leave them on Roos Tor (pair number two) or when I go to sit on them (pair number four).
Blonde One has promised to buy me something (it may or may not have been a pint) if I still have the same pair of sunglasses at the end of out Isle of Man expedition in July. I am convinced that I can do it but nobody else is. We shall see!!!
I left a camera on The Great Orme on a YHA cycling trip circa 1955. I had look when I passed through again in 2011 on my round Wales walk but it wasn’t there.
£40! that’s halfway to buying a GPS.
Next time I find a pair of sunnies sat on top of a tor, I will know where to go to return them to their owner then!!!! My classic is leaving the dogs lead on tops of tors! Or bottoms of tors! Or random fields!
When not in use for your eyes, sunnies make a great hairband & then you never lose them…..
I’m on my 4th dog lead in 12 months; you know, they tag cuckoos so that they don’t get lost. Someone ought to invent the micro sunglasses’ tag, the dog lead tag and the walking stick tag (lost one of those already this year.) But not one of those wretched things that I have hidden under a cushion somewhere – the “whistle-me tag!” (I’m rather fond of whistling, but don’t like bleepers.)