Life in a nutshell, 'cos it's better if you're nuts!
When I was a kid, my folks, and particularly my paternal grandfather, always used to refer to Ticknall as being the home of a now abandoned treacle mine.
A day out with Daughterus Minimus tramping across the muddy fields of west Cambridgeshire looking for bits of tupperware.
You can’t beat a Church Micro or several, especially on a bright, sunny day in January.
It was a very grey, dank, and pretty miserable kind of a day, but Ami and me had decided we were off out for a bit of box hunting regardless.
Back on the caching trail for another year, this year armed with a new Garmin Montana, which it took a while to figure out.
New Year’s Eve, and we’d arranged to go out for a bit of a walk, and do a bit of caching, with some of our friends, the Burlaces and the Weedons.
A pre-birthday afternoon out in the car whilst up at my folks’ near Measham, finding a few local church micros.
The Woolley Mammoth. A series near Huntingdon passing through the village of Woolley, hence the name.