The Old Ruminator
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77 this month and increasingly aware that I somehow don't fit in society as we know it now. Caving at least is the great leveller and after 60 plus years still somewhere that I feel "at home". After yesterdays effort I feel totally knackered with a bad case of tossers elbow ( the rocks ). Uncle Brian has me worried saying that I am neuro divergant with cognitve dissonance. Perhaps most cavers are born this way. Coming home in the dark on my own is a worry now. Cars parked up in laybys on the hills. Uncle Brian says that they are doggers but why walk a dog in the dark ? Somebody else asked if I saw any seagulls. I dont know but Uncle Brian might as he was in the merchant navy. I have just tried to get sense from the Sky chat box thing. Useless . Just as well ask the cat ( Mr Whiskers ). Looked at the HE lecture list. Nothing that I would cross the road for. All foreign stuff that packs the journals now. I thought that Mr O'Doc would have something on the Quantock Master Cave . No just some silly game off the radio. Oh and the photos. Is anything out there actually real any more ? At least my splodges are caves as you see 'em. Sometimes I dont know why I bother with photos. Maybe thats an illusion as well that anyone is really interested.
I guess that I really worry when my tenuous hold on reality is broken and I cant go caving any more. What then ? Ahh well a day or two off just yet hopefully. I suppose that I can continue photo splodging on here as again posts re digging seem to be falling away. Seems the other Friday Nighter wants to go again. I hope that I dont run over any dogs in the dark.
I guess that I really worry when my tenuous hold on reality is broken and I cant go caving any more. What then ? Ahh well a day or two off just yet hopefully. I suppose that I can continue photo splodging on here as again posts re digging seem to be falling away. Seems the other Friday Nighter wants to go again. I hope that I dont run over any dogs in the dark.