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.
Masses of geocache hunting with some events thrown in for good measure.
Caching in a forest in moderately bad weather, because there was an event on.
Five go mad in Valenciennes. Except there were only four of us. Unless you include the ukelele.