I've often thought I should keep a record of some of the stories that have come about while geocaching so I've finally done it. Here it is. A new blog to document my geocaching adventures. While I was geocaching along Coventry Canal I was creating the first post in my mind and it came together rather like Bridget Jones' Diary. Unlike her journey through singleton which measures the success of a day through weight, alcohol units, cigarettes and calories, my geocaching days would be measured in the hours spent caching, number of finds and DNFs, along with my days' total step count.
A few stories are too amusing or thought provoking to leave undocumented. During a camping trip during the summer of 2015, Stuart, Jamie and I used a gap in the rain to take on a huge loop of geocaches. After finding a cache up a hill, we watched a horse and rider walk through a huge, muddy puddle. Jamie ran down the hill towards the puddle and I called after him, 'Don't go into the puddle.' Of course, he did and he soon began to sink! I charged in after him and while I tried to pull him out, his wellies sank even further. One last try and his boots almost overflowed. I had to recuse Jamie and leave his boots behind before Stuart procariously balanced and levered the boots out with a big stick. His boots were so deep, they can't even be seen in the photo!
Luckily the rest of the day was successful with 22 finds and only 1 DNF.
Another trail worth mentioning is one around Leek Wootton when I found 16 caches and logged 2 DNFs. *spoiler warning* There were a couple of thoughtful homemade caches...
...another speciality cache similar to the rocks I've previously found, but this time a pine cone...
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