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.
My initial enthusiasm was beaten into a bloody pulp of despair by the endless treks through neck-high nettles.
It’s madness ! Madness, I tell you. It was quite a lot of caching, anyway. So much so that I didn’t seem to bother with any photos.
A couple of loops of caches close to home, one out in the country and one in the town (well, in a park on the edge of town).
A day for finishing off a few small loops that remained on the Hatley Heart Attack. “At last” I hear you say, “you’ve been doing them since last year”.
A mad dash round some bits of Cambridgeshire, resulting in a mass of finds.