Is it in the tree? Behind the sign? Or somewhere else?
|Coo-eee, I'm up here|
It was quicker going around this circuit this time than it was 1 1/2 years ago with the girls (see here).
We parked up and started at #24, working our way backwards for this leg of the circuit. A quick spot with the aid of the clue but I did wonder if we were heading into someone's driveway at one point.
The sun was out so this was going to be another nice stroll around.
Off to find #23 in the woods. The GPS waved us off the path to our left and away we went to explore. Having a quick look around, hubby and I spotted the container quite quickly. What a super one too. Can you just imagine the squeals of delight when the girls saw this swinging in the breeze?
They both tried to retrieve it with daddy's lifting help but it was on a little 'seatbelt' type tensioner and they were trying to tug it down. Hubby gentle lowered it and the log was signed. A definite favourite from me, if for nothing else than the girls delight at finding it!
|Left right, quick march|
Another short stroll through the woods to #22. It was great to just be walking along and listening to nothing but bird song. A small bridge appeared and it was clear we were off over it to the next prize. As hubby lifted S over, he spotted the cache immediately. I hope it lasts as it's a fun place to put it but despite the camo on the container, it was easy to see. Girls were disappointed it did not detach from the post.
|Hi-ho, hi-ho, it's off to cache we go|
As we crossed the field a very scary beast ran over to us from a nearby house. Grey fur flying in the breeze, it bounded through a gap in the fence, did the most endearing 'meow' and rubbed around my legs. Hello kitty! Unfortunately for this poor cat, she was clearly an object for abstract terror for N who hates almost everything that walks, flies or swims at the moment. Daddy had to pick her up when she realised our furry friend was coming for a bit of a stroll with us. I think N's squeals and protests were too much to bear though so she gave up and wandered off at the other side of the stile.
#20 was marginally elusive as there were lots of options and the GPS decided to have a bounce around but having walked up and down a few metres, we spotted it.
#19 was next on the hit list. A dog barking behind a large fence made the girls (and us) jump but we carried on our way. Hubby made the spot as we approached, despite the stickoflague. Another one bagged. I now remembered where we were. This was the area we'd walked around before and made a wrong turn and ended up the other end of Pirbright to our car.
|Hide me again then|
|Has N swallowed a bee?|
Back to terrafirma and off to #18. We spotted what was an obvious choice but nothing was there. The GPS then swung around to say it was behind us and the suspect was spotted. I do wonder sometimes if people realise what is lurking behind their house names or road signs?
|What's lurking behind your house name?|
Tummies were beginning to rumble now so we said we'd stop the other side of the alleyway. In the meantime we had #17 to find. It was a quick spot and my nimble fingers retrieved it. I'm glad all the logs are coming out of the containers easily as I'd forgotten my tweezers (again!).
Off to #16 which was where we would rest our legs for a moment and have a nice ham roll (today's menu plus the usual fruit of course). The end of the alleyway was a mud bath and very slippery but fortunately on the opposite side of the quiet road was a big puddle and we took the opportunity to splash through (yes, all of us) and clean our boots, much to the amusement of the man eating lunch in his van parked up. Yep, right opposite the cache.
We stopped to grab our food and I made the retrieve from behind the girls, pretending to rummage around in the rucksack that was on the ground.
|Lunch and a cache - super|
|Fascinated by a bee|
|Snug as a cache|
|You've come too far. It's back that way|
Back we went and, naturally, no day caching around Pirbright is complete without a visit to the playground before heading home.