I slept reasonably well despite a
nightmare in which one of the young ladies of the geocaching fraternity was
getting overly friendly with me at a geo-meet. I found it rather awkward, and
it was with something of a sense of relief that I woke in a cold sweat.
Over brekkie I peered into the Internet
to see what I had missed overnight. Again not much had kicked off overnight
really, but I saw that the geocaches I’ve hidden have accumulated eleven more
favourite points since yesterday. There are those who go mad for the favourite
points… personally I don’t. I’ve only used about half the favourite points I
have to give out – I’ve still got several hundred I could award but haven’t.
I captured four bouncers (it’s a Munzee thing) and
got ready for the off.
As we drove up the motorway we listened to Radio Ashford in
the hope that Steve was on. He wasn’t. His stunt double wasn’t that good. She’s
got over the hesitancy and stammering, but now she needs to move the microphone
away when she breathes; it is rather off-putting to have the presenter of the
radio show gasping for air.
We would have got to Edenbridge quicker if not for all the
cyclists in the way, but we soon met up with Karl, Tracey and Charlotte in a
random lay-by not far from Edenbridge. Ignoring the car which had clearly been
abandoned there, we set off on a little walk following the new “Edenbridge
Bimble” series of geocaches.
The route was rather good; we walked through fields of
sheep. We chatted with the nice lady on the bench in the high street. She loved
the dogs and completely missed our finding the geocache on which she was nearly
sitting, doing the secret rituals and putting it back. We struggled to find our
way through the golf course (why do golf courses never clearly mark the public
footpaths?). We met some friendly cows who weren’t at all fazed by Pogo
shouting at them. We had a very good picnic in the sunshine. We found office
chairs thrown in hedgerows and fridge-freezers abandoned along country lanes (the
people of Edenbridge do like to fly-tip)
After nearly eleven miles we found ourselves back where
we’d started.
Geocaching-wise… I don’t want to be negative. Someone has
clearly gone to a lot of time and effort to hide a rather extensive geo-series.
And we had been told this wasn’t an easy series.
I have always said that people who hide geocaches fall into
two categories; those who want their caches found and those who don’t. This
series is definitely in the second camp. There were some fiendishly difficult
hides with seriously under-scored difficulty rating. And whilst the hints given
were supposedly “tongue-in-cheek” we found them either very misleading
or of no help whatsoever. It says a lot that whilst sixteen people before us
had started off walking the series, we were only the sixth to get to the final
cache.
For the experienced cachers this is a good challenging
series. However to the newbies and the families out for a bit of fun this will
be disheartening. We found and signed the log of every cache, but we had been
following another group who hadn’t been anywhere near as successful as we had
been.
As I usually do, I took a few photos as we walked.
We Munzeed on the way home, and then I came second to last
in the Saturday night Zoom quiz.
Daddy’s Little Angel TM" arrived with
McDonalds, left us babysitting Sid and went off to visit her mates. Sid is
looking well… I’m feeling rather rough. Too much sun today possibly?
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