Sunday arrived. The sun was out, my bronchitis was much better now (as in I'm finally human sounding again as I was a bit more Dalek before) and we fancied some fresh air. We parked up by the playground so we had some good bribery material to use to get the girls back to the car if their legs grew tired. Fortunately, said ploy was not needed as they had a fab walk around.
#1 was in the same location as the original ring so was a quick pick up for us. I'm pleased that I insisted that the girls wore wellies and I had my old boots on as there was a bit of mud as we headed off down the path. We encountered a couple of ladies who informed us the mud got a little worse up ahead but we decided to go for it. They were holding a GPS. I wonder what they were doing?
|Bridge to a big private house|
#3 was a quick spot by me. The youngest cachers wanted to make the retrieve but there was some twisty wire near the top and a very spikey bush behind the post so we said not this one. It's surprising what you wouldn't normally even consider when you're on your own as adults, but suddenly have to give great thought to when the little 'uns are around. Signed and off we went.
|We're watching ewe (get it?)|
|Got to pick the right numbers!|
#6 I remembered where it was originally and it was indeed in the same spot. I dashed across the road to do the retrieve, catching my rucksack handbag on a branch going in and out of the location. Another Angry Bird swapped and now we had a bit of road to walk along. Fortunately the footpath was only just around the corner and we were back off-road very quickly.
#7 was in the same place as last time too so I sent hubby in for the retrieve. Of course our memory wasn't *that* good. The girls really liked the bridge.
|Oops, wrong side|
|Quick, before the ramblers spot us|
Up the hill and through another stile, then between electric fences we walked to the next area. The clue said 'Three in a row' and there were a couple of suspects for #9. However, despite a false start in the correct location, moving some leaves with a geostick (yep, stick used for geocaching) turned up the cache.
|I found it!|
|I'm sure there's another one here|
A bit more road walking now as there are a distinct lack of pavements around this bit. Hubby stopped at a suspect for #11 and was scouting around it until I told him it was another 35m to go. Duly found, S was lifted for the retrieve. It was then that I realised I had nothing to get the log out. Deft crafting of a miniature geostick did the job and the log was in hand. S was lifted for the replace. Food was now required as little legs were getting a bit achy. Mini gingerbread men did the job (and for hubby and I too).
Around the corner we went, scrambling up the bank when cars were heard approaching. We don't enjoy road walking at the best of times but with little cachers it always feesls a bit more risky, although hands are very tightly held - they look after us, their parents, you know.
Our final one of the day was near the Mill House. I just adore the sound of rushing water (although I'd no doubt be up and down to the toilet all night if I lived there). The road was quite bendy at this point so we didn't hang around. As we reached a bit of safety at the entrance to the house, I realised we'd dashed past the final cache. Hubby sorted the girls out and I went back to disturb the resident to sign the log.
|Oi! I was having a nap here|
The grass around the pond was very boggy and the ducks didn't seem to appreciate the cheese sandwich that N was throwing to them. Fussy lot.
A detour to the playground for a well earned swing and ride on the see-saw (we let the girls have a go too *grin*) and back to the car. First half done. If it's sunny tomorrow, we'll be back for a reverse walk to do the next half.