A quick dash over the river to follow in the footsteps of a big green ogre, apparently.

My caching year started off fairly slowly. This was a solo effort to try to get things moving a bit faster.

A coldish day over Cambridge way, with a few bits of tupperware on the cards.

A new series up near Silverstone. Gotta be worth a Sunday stroll.

A cold day hacking my way around Banbury, looking for geocaches.

Fifty-something finds on a winter’s afternoon, and a near death experience involving light aircraft.

Another day of trying to rediscover the elusive caching mojo. This time I walked two series near to home with Daughterus Minimus.

I’ve been suffering from what can only be described as a loss of mojo recently. I think I may have dropped it one day whilst walking around the Hatley Heart Attack series.

The girls were all out at a running event down in Leighton Buzzard as a result of Kas having volunteered to be a marshall, so I had the day to myself.