Caching Tales

I seem to be getting further and further behind with my blog writing. What was once a weekly post, has now become fortnightly, hence this entry starts way back at fireworks night!  Having heard the night before that one of the big local fireworks displays had been cancelled because high winds were expected, I wasn’t too sure that caching was a good idea. But it was a bright and clear day so it just had to be done. Hopping into the red bug, I headed for the now very familiar East Bedfordshire village of Wrestlingworth and a new RYO62 series. Whilst doing the Hatley Heart Attack series I seemed to keep ending up here quite a lot and not long ago returned for some of the other new RYO62 caches and series in the area. Today, it was time to tackle the Wrestlingworth Walkabout. Parking up near to number one, I was soon off on a very pleasant circular walk, mainly on grassy fieldside tracks.  All off the caches were located very quickly and varied from small ...

I’m ashamed to say that October was our worst month in three years of caching. Just 22 caches found, but what a great 22! First up were a number of finds during the second half of our trip to the Caribbean isle of St Lucia. They included the brilliant earthcache at the Volcano and at Diamond Falls, a pretty waterfall located in the botanical gardens.  In the capital of Castries we located a well hidden cache in the port, right next to where a luxury cruise liner had just docked. A boat trip around the harbour gave us a chance to grab another earthcache this time focusing on the eroding coastline. And we had a giggle at an elderly man who looked like he was trying to command the sea...Poseidon eat your heart out!  Finally, we braved the snakes on the other side of the island to grab one final cache before heading home to the UK.  With DIY and family catch ups dominating much of October, our caching trips became few and far between. However, a few ...

Back from our adventures abroad, we hit the ground running in order to fill some calendar gaps in our caching calendar.  No sooner had we unloaded our luggage from the car I headed off, slightly jet lagged, to the forest around Warren Lodge, near Mildenhall. Located at the far end of the woodland trail was the last unfound cache in the Idle Hands series. Grabbing the parents dog Bobby - a rather enthusiastic black Labrador - on the way, we were soon traversing the woodland path heading for the cache. It was a decent walk and as we approached GZ I spotted the bright red gory cache. In keeping with the series theme, it was another severed hand, this time a rather bloody one, and the cache was neatly attached.  After a bit of a tussle with the dog who desperately wanted to get his mouth around it, I’d signed the log and safely returned it.  The following day, I needed another grid filler, so on a trip to Cambridge decided to stop off and grab a fairly new ...