Weston Underwood

Weston Underwood

A hastily arranged day out of geocaching to pass the time during the Christmas break.

A massive new series had been released to the north of Olney and it was just begging for a visit. I solicited opinion on Facebook and agreed to meet up with a couple of others in the village of Weston Underwood early in the morning. A different group of cachers were doing a different part of the same series and agreed to walk backwards for a bit to meet up with us.

One of my two intended caching partners for the day was late. I tried calling and apparently woke him up from his pit of depravity, which resulted in a decision to continue without him. So off we continued.

The first stretch of the walk was along a very familiar path to me. In fact, it was all very familiar right up to the point where we met the other cachers. It was familiar because it was the previous route of my MK Boundary Walk Blue series. That was my least favourite bit of the Boundary Walk, partly because it’s a long way from home and partly because it goes through Killick Wood, and area that was always more boggy the a boggy thing every time I walked through it. On this occasion, it wasn’t too bad, but then I remember we’d had a couple of dry winters, so maybe the soil had actually dried out pretty well. It wasn’t “up to the neck” territory anyway.

We walked all the way through to a path that comes south from Yardley Hastings (about 23-24 caches in) before meeting up with the others, who’d started a bit later from that village and walked around to meet us. Once we met up we continued round the circuit in an anti-clockwise direction.

With it being late in the year there isn’t a lot of daylight, and when we got halfway round I was starting to sense that we might not have enough time to finish. We were well past halfway through the daylight and were starting to get a bit tired. So we tried to accelerate a bit. Most of the caches were straightforward, but there were a lot of them to be heading for.

Eventually we decided we would give up on the caches belonging to the extra “little” series at the end of the walk. We were more or less out of daylight and had heard that they were a bit rubbish anyway, so I wasn’t too bothered.

By the end of the day I’d found 66 caches, which is good for a winter’s day. They were:


Stowe

Stowe

What better way to work off the excesses of Christmas than by stretching our legs and breathing in some fresh air at our local ( and probably favourite ) National Trust property, at Stowe. It’s only 10 miles or so from home and is somewhere we always like to visit.

Being an afternoon in December, obviously time was a bit limited, but we managed to walk from the New Inn all the way across to the Grecian Valley and back, via the Elysian Fields and the lakes. I’m not sure I’d ever been there before in the depths of winter, but even at this time of year it’s still an excellent visit, and it’s such a big site that it rarely feels busy other than in the car park and the cafe.

Speaking of cafes, obviously our trip wouldn’t be complete without coffee and cakes. It’s what the National Trust is all about.