Geocaches - 4 out of 17
If this is foreshadowing for the way the World Cup is going to pan out, then there's a Volvo in Worcestershire that is so going to get it.
6am start - to be back before the heat, to be back before England vs. Sweden at 3pm - heading off to the Wrekin area of Shropshire. An area with a rich seam of geocaches, many entombed in soggy black socks from Matalan.
Today's circuit is the Rushmoor Ramble - 17 Caches and parking at a pub.
Things have changed since Google Streetview was in town.
|That's the post walk drink cancelled|
Still, I'm an experienced cacher, I can improvise.
|Mappiman Weed Whacker|
I must be really late to this party, as this is most unusual for a lengthy cache trail. I make the decision not to drop my TB off and if I succeed if one thing today, its liberating another that's been lurking since 29/10/17.
|Longtime not found|
After the horseflies, the next hazard is the cows. A field full of them is traversed and a wide birth applied. Just as I get past them, I can hear movement and the one with very bull-like udders motions towards me. The weed wacker is held aloft in preparation for combat, but after some snorting, he releases the longest fart I have ever heard and lies back down.
The 4th and last find of the day comes at #8 and the hazards intensify. Horses. God, I hate them. I sometimes wish I was French, just so that I could order them off the menu.
Most are behind fences but along a narrow public footpath at Lawn Farm, the most skittish of the lot is bucking and broncoing his disapproval that the world's worst cacher wants to get by.
I decide not to antagnoise him and attempt to climb over the fence to avoid death by hoof.
The fence is waist high and of course, its electrified. I find this out mid straddle, at the time my testicles get electrocuted.
There's people that would happily pay for this level of entertainment on a Saturday morning but I am questioning myself.
Caching now given up, I try and enjoy the walk. There are fine views over the Wrekin.
|Best of the Views|
|Footpath runs direct to the gap in the hedge, where there's a cache. A DNF|
A handful of stings, scratches and fly bites. An extended shower required to check for ticks. Zapped nuts.
I'll be back caching next weekend.