Caching Tales

After publishing my own Treasure X cache last week, I was delighted to get a message from FolkFen this week saying they had also won a special promotional trackable and were planning to place a Treasure X cache. Excited by the prospect of getting another sticker, and finding real Treasure, as it were, I headed out to Fordham as soon as it was published to grab the find and a blue sticker.  It was a lovely walk to GZ and I had just enough time to finally seek out Potty Training. Located just a bit further up the track, i soon realised why it was called Potty Training. It turned out to be a rather fun cache with multiple film pots, but of course only one housed the log. Luckily there were far fewer than Tube cache...found a few weeks back...and the log was soon located in the fourth one I opened.  Buoyed by my success with a four stage multi last weekend I had hoped to find the Fulbourn Church Micro this week. It’s another orange dot that has been glaring at ...

As a youngster I spent about five years entering every competition in my favourite music mags, ‘Look-In’ and ‘Fast Forward’. I won all sorts of things from a ‘Hello Colour Penguin’, which changed colour in the bath, to a book about horses and a cassette tape single of Kim Appleby’s hit ‘Don’t Worry’.  These days I rarely enter competitions as they usually involve calling an expensive phone line or a commitment to receiving endless mountains of junk mail for the rest of your life. But that said I have taken a keen interest in Geocaching HQs TB promotions and always wondered how other cachers find out about these exclusive little Travel Bug competitions so quickly to get one. I’m usually way too late. However, I just happened to click on the promotions page a few weeks ago and saw a new one had been launched - Treasure X. I quickly went on and gave my details to enter the draw, but really wasn’t holding out much hope. With thousands of cachers around the world and just 3,000...

Every so often you hear these amusing stories of women happily walking down a busy shopping street, completely unaware their skirt is tucked into their knickers! Don’t worry I haven’t yet made that embarrassing mistake, but I discovered to my horror that I had done something almost as daft whilst caching last weekend.  Skipping over Saturday - I’ll come back to that later - this week’s tale begins on a dull, but fairly dry Sunday. I’d spent most of the morning trying to get the lazy other half out of bed, telling him he was not lounging around all day in his pyjamas! After numerous failed attempts to get him to get dressed and at least venture downstairs, I gave up and decided to go caching. Grabbing my equipment filled rucksack and my car keys, I headed off to Soham for some caching and dashing and a few short walks. The weather was certainly cooler than it has been of late, and rain kept threatening, so I had a thin hoody on in case I needed to whip the hood up in th...

We clocked up just a meagre 14 caches this week, as a hectic weekend involving various fun activities with nieces 3ft & 4ft took up much of our time. However, it’s quality not quantity...well sometimes...and despite the low count, I managed to tick off three mystery caches from our ‘solved but not yet found list’. First up was a mini caching and dashing trip around Great Shelford. I picked up three caches including the church micro multi, which was a nice simple one and it was another  lovely church. I also had the opportunity to finally find the mystery ‘Cache in the key of life’. The puzzle used an interesting spin on a code I’d used to solve other puzzles, but with no geochecker I had never been sure that I had calculated GZ correctly. Hence I half expected not to find the cache, but was thrilled when a short search revealed it.  The following night I headed out to Brandon and Weeting, for another church micro multi. This one required a little more work...

Not too many years ago I used to call Cambridge my home, and knew every inch of the city. I’d whiled away drunken evenings in its pubs and clubs, seeing names come and go, and even worked in one for a few insane months.  I’d studied and worked in the city including one of it’s biggest city centre stores and on the daily newspaper. I’d splashed about on the river with friends and relaxed with a pint of cider or two by the millpond. I’d lived in various houses in the centre and the outskirts, and traversed most roads by foot, bike or car at some time or another.  Yet, just six years after emigrating to the countryside the city I once knew so well has radically changed. And is still changing! I honestly don’t recognise some parts anymore.  Aside from the new Trumpington Meadows suburb and the huge redevelopment of the railway station area, there is an even newer development...Eddington! I had never heard of it until some new caches recently popped up on my m...