A much more civilised affair
I got off to a swimming start to the caching week after finding myself by and on the river in Cambridge. A work team building away day concluded with a bit of punting on the river Camb in the glorious July sunshine. Whilst not like any of my previous punting expeditions - which usually involved being completely drunk, loud music, getting very wet and stuck numerous times as either I or one of my similarly drunk friends tried to show off how brilliant our punting skills were-not - this was a much more civilised affair. Three punts, managed by three young lads, who knew exactly what they were doing, so much so that there was barely a bump or a scrape and we actually got to see a decent stretch of the river. Afterwards, I decided to make the most of a rare visit (these days) to the city centre and pick up some unfound caches, starting with Babel Fish, just a short walk away on the banks of the Camb. I’d like to say it was an...