Geocaches - 13 Found, 4 DNF
Cutnall Green at EveryTrail
Now, I am the sort of person that does not like losing things. This has been borne out today by a lost magazine before I got going on the day and then only being able to find one shoe when I got home and had to de-mud both myself and the trusty geohound.
The magazine was found. The other shoe remains elusive.
So why do I spend my weekends out in the great outdoors looking for treasure that has been deliberately lost?
Initially, this was to be a rare walk free weekend. I had too much on. However, a change of plan caused mainly by old age, meant that I am free and available for a Sunday walk. Initially, I was planning a trip over to Warwickshire but the planned walk had zero caches. Not one. And I couldn't bare what would be 14 days without recording a smiley.
So instead of the walking books, I look at the geomap and see that there are a few around Cutnall Green that have not been explored. Hastily assemble them into some sort of walk and head out, finding parking around the back of the village store shop.
|Pub Car park totally empty, but not in the mood for post walk pint today.|
This part of the walk is as good as it gets. The Monarch's way is a long distance path that follows the route that Charles II was meant to have taken on his escape during the English Civil War. I am constantly bumping into it, including the part where it meets the tree that he hid in. Today's stretch weaves through woodland, past fishing pools and strangely through peoples' back gardens.
|Feeling like a trespasser but signs give me confidence|
Make my way towards Rushock Church, famous as the burial place of John Bonham, Led Zep's drummer.
|Head for a Rock and Roll Shrine. Grave always adorned with drumsticks|
The wind has been picking up all walk. Then it starts to rain. The terrain goes from slippy to gloopy on the mud Richter scale. The stiles, which are frequent, are worthy of an olympic event. Its bad enough for me, but almost impossible for a dog. Especially an 11 year old one. She valiantly plods on, requires only occasional assistance, but the unspoken words between hound and master are "We could be reading the paper and eating bacon sarnies".
At least the caches have shown plenty of imagination and the series is a challenge.
|After nothing but farmhouses - some drama. Its also a GZ for one of the best of the day.|
As we slop back to the car, our bottom 30% covered in mud, I fail to find the answer as to why I cache.
I just know that I will be back again next week.