11/03/12 - Caching on the Way Back

Distance -
Caches - 13 found, 3 DNF

Bythorn Caching

Big question for this morning is if we should pay the discounted breakfast rate of £11.95 at the Cambridge Crowne Plaza.  There is a wetherspoons around the corner that offers the same fayre for £3.10.  JD all the way.

We then get our lacky to fetch the wheels and realise that we can escape the city, even if the marathon is running.  We just have to make a detour, as the westbound A14 is closed.

There are loads and loads of geocache trails in this part of the country - most of laid by the legend that is Poshrule.  He is spoken about in hushed tones by the West Midlands Geocaching Society as he owns 757 caches.  Thats a lot of maintenance.

I pick a small trail from Bythorn.  It has 16 caches, last four miles and should leave us with enough time to get home and watch the boy at football.

Bythorn is a pretty little village just in the cambridgeshire border.  Two days ago my finds in Cambs were a big fat zero.

Park up at the tarmaced end of Warren Lane.  The caches come thick and fast and are of a similar type.

Today really is the start of the spring and we are rewarded with some big blue skies and expansive views over very flat land.

The terrian is mainly like this

We have a DNF at number 2 (but so did the last fella) and then at number 5, we find two cache containers.  Failing at number 6, we wonder if someone has carried one off by mistake and put it somewhere else!  Still, signed two logs but I guess it only counts for 1 find.

At number 7 we meet the first of two dog muggles.  Bide our time by dicking around with the camera instead of hunting.

Muggles are coming

The walk is straightforward.  Only variety in the scenary is when we reach RAF Molesworth.  It might be disused but the septics don't half take security seriously.

Stalag Moleworth

After leaving the death camp, we then head down the paths, meeting Dave and Ted.  Dave is a little pug and Ted is a Rottie.  Dave likes to sleep on Ted's back but Ted finds it annoying.  Amazing what people will tell you after a cheerful "good morning". 

We can see the Church in the distance now and the promise of a luke warm can of diet pepsi encourages Sonia to get a wriggle on.

Walking away for pop.

Get back to the car.  I sit in the boot changing footwear.  I hear a fizzing frothing noise and some language that would have made our American Airmen blush.  Pop must have got shook up on the way from Cambs.

We made it back for the boys footy!

Thanks for the trail, poshrule.