A November day and all was well with the world. All was well enough, in fact, for a day to be wasted in the pursuit of tupperware. So I managed to persuade Ami to come out with me to do a bit more of the Hatley Heart Attack.
There was a convenient-looking loop of 55 or so starting in Dunton and running south, then east through Eyeworth and over to Wrestlingworth before looping around to the north and west and back home again. The north-western section was a bit thin on the ground for us. There was a long stretch where we’d been on a previous trip. As a result there were long distances between caches where we’d done every alternate one on our previous trip.
Get ‘orf Moi Laaaaaaaaaaand!
We had a bit of a “moment” as we were walking down the road from Eyeworth towards Wrestlingworth, for a couple of reasons. Firstly, we had a very long gap between caches. We left two caches on the main road for a subsequent trip. It seemed ages between caches down that stretch. It’s a surprisingly busy road and no pathways it didn’t seem particularly safe either.
And secondly, we got shouted at by a couple of passing motorists for walking off over a field. According to them, we weren’t on the footpath. I have no idea how it could possibly be any of their business, but they shouted anyway. Both my map and the signage on the ground clearly showed that we were on the footpath. And indeed, when we got to the other end of that stretch we could clearly see footpath signs pointing back where we’d come from too. This is one of the reasons why I have some funny views about the village of Wrestlingworth. It’s not the only reason. There are others.
We also managed to completely miss one cache coming out of that village too. The hint was something like “bottom of hedge”, and despite poking around with several sticks and checking the coordinates over and again several times we didn’t even have a sniff of it. I did manage to find it on a different trip, but I am convinced that there had been nothing there the first time we went.
And there was a nice Trig Point for Ami to stand on top of too.
Anyway, there were no major disasters, injuries or damaged equipment and we both got back to the car feeling like we’d had enough. We would have retired to the March Hare pub in Dunton for a swift half, but they were shut. Shame, because it looks quite good.
The caches we found on this day were :