MKBW Green Section

MKBW Green Section

Two sections of the MKBW still to complete – Green and Indigo. By “complete”, I mean “do just enough to get the bonus”, I don’t mean “do all of them”.

The Green section of the MK Boundary Walk caching series starts at Yardley Gobion and runs over the fields to the north of Hanslope before crossing into the bottom of Salcey Forest and over to where the Magenta section starts, at Eakley. On this venture we planned to go from Yardley Gobion as far as the M1. It was a bit of a team outing after I’d heard that Dave’s Piglings were going for a gander, and eventually we ended up with a crack team comprised of myself and Ami, Rachelle off Pat&Roch, Happy_Hunter_HP20 and a couple of Piglings. They parked the Piglingmobile over by the M1 as it’s big enough to carry the entire group in one go.

The walk wasn’t especially momentous other than one moment at the third or fourth cache where HHHP20 had an unfortunate incident involving a slippery, muddy slope and some fast-flowing water. Thankfully he got out with a small helping hand from me. He had soggy feet for the rest of the day though. Fnarr! The cache wasn’t even underneath the bridge.

Apart from that, it was quite slow walking, with a lot of cake and biscuit breaks. We had to replace the bonus cache (with the CO’s permission) and the Piglingmobile was where we left it. In fact, so were all the other cars, which is generally regarded as a good thing, by most.

The caches we found on the day were :

Treacle Mining

Treacle Mining

One of the weirdest day’s caching ever, not because of the actual caching, but because of the almost Higgs-boson-like timespan that the caches were available, and, if I’m honest, the almost Higgs-boson-like difficulty in locating some of them. I think the two things were, as is often the case, related to each other.

So why did I call this post “Treacle Mining”? Well, when I was a kid, my folks, and particularly my paternal grandfather, always used to refer to Ticknall as being the home of a now-abandoned treacle mine. Still, my paternal grandfather used to make up all sorts of stuff and spoke in a language that I never could understand. Let’s just say he spoke very much in the vernacular, although in his case the local region in which his dialect was spoken was limited pretty much to his own house.

The series in question was located around Ticknall and I did it one morning while we were up at my folks’ pad in Measham. The series had only appeared on the caching radar a few days earlier (OK, they’d been out since Christmas, but this was the first time we’d been going up there since then), and I noticed them just early enough to capture it onto one of my pocket queries and get it downloaded onto the GPS the day before we set off.

It was a loop series of around 10km in distance, mainly on roads or good paths apart from one section over fields, however, I digress from the main gist of this post, which was the short-lived nature of the series and the difficulty in finding the caches. The first few were OK, but once I’d reached about one-third distance I started having problems with finding the caches. Things got progressively worse until on the back straight I more or less gave up apart from a cursory glance. The cursory glances found me about a third of the available caches. It was tedious. They weren’t brilliant caches anyway, and it seems that the CO was relatively new to the game and had not exercised a great deal of care in placing them, especially those along the road. Many were located (or not) in full view of adjacent buildings, right of the edge of private land in some cases, and basically it was as though someone local had noticed the number of walkers and had deliberately followed someone around, removing caches as they went.

I still found a healthy number of caches on the day but it was an unsatisfying and frustrating day. The whole series got archived about a week after I did it.

I consoled myself on the way home by grabbing a couple of new (to me) Church Micros – one in Packington and one in Ashby.

The caches I managed to find were :

Catworth and Covington

Catworth and Covington

A day out with Daughterus Minimus tramping across the muddy fields of west Cambridgeshire looking for bits of Tupperware.

We had on the plan to do two series, the Catworth Cavalier and the Covington Conga, which conveniently interlink with each other, thereby allowing both series to be done as a single walk. That was the theory at least.

The execution proved somewhat different, but only because with it being February there was a point at about 3 pm where we had to make a call on whether we’d got enough daylight left to finish the northern half of the Catworth loop. At that point we’d already done over 40 caches, Izzy was getting a bit tired, and trying to do a further 15 caches over rough ground didn’t feel like a great idea, so we elected to take a rather long walk back over ground we’d covered already to make the quickest possible return to the car. It was still just about light when we got there. I really don’t like getting caught out in the middle of a bunch of fields when darkness comes. The footing can be dangerous and although I had a torch with me, it wasn’t a massive “second sun” job.

So once we’d got back to the car we did a couple of drive-bys in the failing light and then headed home with a total of 45 finds to our names. Not bad for a winter’s day.

The caches we found were :