We’ve done this area before, although last time when we parked at Hampton pier we went the other direction. Today we walked towards Herne Bay.
This is a nuclear bunker in Essex -Secret Nuclear Bunker. I emailed the owners and they kindly let us bring CC in. She whined a little at times but seemed to enjoy the smells. Very interesting stuff. Although the bunker was decommissioned in the early 1990s the feel is more 1970s or earlier – the digital equipment was removed at the end and most of what is on show is telephonic systems etc of an earlier time. There is no tour, you just take a hand held guide and walk yourself around. There is a café at the end and when no-one is there it is an honour system entry fee (£7 an adult). Also on the property are quad bike hire for kids, zip wire and paint ball type activities for children.
Today we went to the Oare Gunpowder Works Country Park near Faversham. Gunpowder was manufactured here for several centuries and the site is now valuable for wildlife. There are marked trails through woods, mill ponds and remains of industrial works with information boards explaining the site. A little muddy but pretty good considering the rain we’d had recently. Couscous loved it.
Today we went to a local reserve where I have my first published piece of photography on show. I took a photo of a mesolithic hand axe found in the reserve and it’s now on an information board. Of coarse we didn’t find the board but I now know where it is and will go back when it hasn’t been raining. There is a main road to the farm house from which a number of paths lead off. Couscous seemed to like it and did some chasing after cars and cyclists - with me in tow behind.
Westminster Dog of the Year competition includes a dachshund being aloof when walking with the pack.
We went to the dachshund racing day at Great Dixter. Couscous was a little aloof but others were racing away.
They took his old red cushion
From his special fireside place
They said it was too shabby
And a positive disgrace
The clean new cover that they made
He didn’t like a bit
And no amount of coaxing would persuade him on to it
It had a different smell from all the rest
Could someone understand he liked the old one best
One lovely day he found it, where the salvage
stuff was thrown. His old red cushion cover
He had counted as his own.
And they found him sleeping on it where
he’d dragged it by the fire, with a look
upon his face like he had found his heart’s desire.
By (Nana) Vera Smalley
Beyond simply being hairy, smelly love machines, a growing body of research shows that dogs may be even more in tune with us than we previously thought…