Back in the village, cleaning, cooking and making beds, Ági and David for the weekend, caching hike and the "Witch's Rock"

Last Wednesday we got back to Bér and work was jumped into instantly. I got on the tractor and did most of the area the tractor can be used on. Roy was simultaneously using the petrol mower with the self propelled movement on the bits close to the house and a few other places. We got very tired very quickly, plus the oldest mower broke down, so some of it was not done, but still, the whole of the back garden looked really lovely. We noticed how much the roses grown since we left over two weeks ago and enjoyed their beauty and scent.

My most beautiful rose that is also my favourite

I made up the Ági and David's bed, we cleaned the house, did a load of washing, so you can imagine how knackered we both got before Ági and David arrived, somewhat late due to Friday afternoon traffic, around quarter to 7. We fell on the dinner pretty sharpish as the menu, while awfully posh, was very quick and easy to prepare. Roy and I were using Ági and David as guinea pigs for trying out surf and turf, which we have been planning to have for ages, but now the opportunity came.

Roy, Ági and David round the table

 

I can say with some certainty that it went down a treat. Fillet steak and prawns do go down well most of the time, but as it was the first time we made it, we were very pleased to see how quickly it disappeared. The evening was spent by chatting, drinking and generally catching up on things. For someone who came out of hospital not so long ago, David looked quite well. I proposed that we should pick up a geocache in Slovakia, as part of our outing on Saturday, and this plan was accepted.

Fillet steak, prawns, rice and salad - yum, yum!!

After a nice big breakfast we all piled into David's car, which actually seats 7 and drove to the other side of the border into Slovakia, just North of Somoskőújfalu. The cache was in a magical little valley, which led us to an impressive rock wall, with a waterfall in the middle. Unfortunately, due to severe drought over the last 3 or 4 years, it was not running, but the place was still most impressive. I found the cache quickly, hidden in a very crafty way, but with some experience in finding caches, it took me about 10 seconds.

Ági and David where the waterfall should be

 

Roy stayed behind at the rest place at the beginning of the valley and looked quite nicely rested when we returned. At this point we decided that we would drop in to the inn near the border for something to drink and then drive up to the Witch's Rock, which is not far from the car park, but still provides a little scrambling and a magnificent panorama. Roy stayed behind to look after the car and we walked the 700 metres to the rock. Ági was a tad out of her comfort zone, but that shows an even more honourable achievement when she found herself on the ridge of the big rock.

On the ridge

Us girls have stayed on the ridge, but David went and conquered the top of the Witch's Rock and looked like a real climber. After all this excitement and adventure we drove back home where Roy attacked the giant piece of pork that Ági and David brought. All of us seemed a bit tired, David not surprisingly, so soon after his hospital stay, but the rest of us also desired our beds a lot sooner than normal. This made me have a long sleep, albeit with some interruptions due to indigestion, which was not surprising, as I ate and drank just in two days, about the quantity I normally consume in a whole week.

David and I with the drone

Sunday nobody felt like going out, so we stayed in and tried to make my little drone, that I had as a present from Stephen some time ago, work. David is a real wizard in working out how impossible, daft and not very well put together gadgets work. We finally managed to activate the drone from his iPhone, as the damned thing would not connect to my Android phone at all. Once it seemed to work, we went out into the garden to play with it. It made us half a dozen short little videos, while displaying all the formations it can do.

Yippeee, it flies!

There were  6 buttons to push, but according to David the last one has to be individually programmed by the owner, so we stayed with the 5 pre-programmed ones. They are: 1. it follows you; 2. it goes round you; 3. you go round it; 4. it goes away from you for a few metres and then comes back; 5. it goes straight up above your head about 4 metres, but we all thought it went up a lot further than that, and then comes back. Once all these little videos were made, we came back to my laptop to see if we could save and play them. Needless to say it wasn't particularly easy to sort the formats and other painful problems, but David, with his patience and positive attitude, managed to fix it. The only thing that has not been achieved is the connection to my Android phone. It really didn't want to know. But still, I was over the Moon and am now planning to use it as soon as I can. I think I will take it with me when I go geocaching and hiking with Csilla this weekend. We'll see whether I understand and remember what to do. If not, I'll pack it back into its little box, which thankfully does not weigh much.

Ági and David left us around 4:30 on Sunday afternoon and since then we have been getting over the tiredness that all those activities, no matter how much we enjoyed them, caused. Danny Glover's "I'm too old for this shit!" slogan did pop into my mind several times during the weekend. Still, if possible, I'd do in all over again in a jiffy, as Ági and David's company is so nice and they are such lovely people, that it is joy to be near them under all circumstances.

Tracker's Justin Hartley

As a form of recovery, on Monday I caught up with all my outstanding US procedurals and enjoyed a whole bunch of brilliant final episodes for this season. Final episodes can have various format and tricks up their sleeves, but the 8 hours' worth of stuff that I watched over Monday and Tuesday had come up with practically all of them. Their were cliff hangers, there were big bangs, there were unexpected sudden crises, while one or two just finished without any fuss. They were all very enjoyable and I will be back in the autumn to watch them all over again.

The five Marshals

On the medical side, I had the results for the abdominal MRI and have no idea what exactly it means, so I will have to make another appointment with dr. Peter Endre to have the conclusions out of the plenty of Latin and other jargon that I have currently got. The cervical smear results have still not come. Apparently, they have just got it and it has to be shown to a consultant for the conclusions and recommendations, before it is sent to me.

Otherwise now I am trying to have a rest, so that I am in good condition for the hike on Saturday. I have written the cache list, arranged the transport and am looking forward to it quite a lot. Next post next Wednesday, as usual. By then we should be back in BP.