‘Mud, mud, glorious mud’...on the hunt for more of the doomed dozen

As the weekend arrived there was none of the usual map searching and indecision as to where I should go caching, my destiny was clear...another trip west! Yes, with six unfound series’ still to go on Poshrule’s doomed dozen list, I hopped into the trusty red German car and headed towards Peterborough - Clopton to be exact. Yet again it was a nice circular walk, partly on quiet roads and not too long, as fortunately I hadn’t got up that early. Realistically there was only about three hours of daylight left by the time I arrived, so I walked as quickly as I could. Most caches were found without a hitch, and it was actually only the very last cache that particularly stumped me. After a lot of back and forth I finally found a white film pot, a bit squashed under a stone. Strangely, the last logs were a couple of years old, so I may have signed an old cache, but failing to find anything else, I logged it as found. The light was starting t...