Whistling tunes, we hide in the dunes by the seaside…..
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.
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.