I’d been working on the shed patio and the front garden paving all day Saturday and some of Sunday but, before showering the quarry tile dust and paving sand away, I had a 6 miler scheduled. I reckoned I still felt pretty good despite the chemo so I headed out toward Bunn’s Lane in Dudley to do some hill work and to map out some trigPoints, like the Cut Mark on the Ivy House pub which may still be open but never has been anytime I’ve been by the last 4 years.
Dead reckoning, I was trying to scout my path to the town centre when at the top of one hill I spied Dudley Castle on another, lined up with a side street.
After my wee adventure in the Shrewsbury Arms, I was just going to jog over to the bus station but noticed a Cut Mark notation on my online map. It is on the side of the fountain at the market which was largely unpopulated late Sunday.
I found the spot braced myself to squat by holding onto the rim of the dry fountain. I was setting up this photo when two scruffy ass youfs come up and asked, “Yow awwrite, bruv?” I looked at them with a slight frown.
“I’m squatting by a monument taking a photo of an Ordnance Survey bench mark. NOTHING about this is alright. Hobbies…am I right?” By this time I was slipping the back pack on and trotting toward the depot.