I seem to spend my days eternally grumpy about one thing or another these days. Maybe that’s down to age, or maybe that’s because of the leg. Either way I do feel that recently I always seem to be moaning and upset about something. And the latest is that I’m still banned from Geocaching for the foreseeable future.
As I’ve previously mentioned, the weekend saw me up in Cambridgeshire to visit friends for a board games evening. Sunday morning saw us rise and drift gently into the day, accompanied by a soundtrack of Sunday morning cartoons and Mythbusters.
We all departed for our respective homes around Midday, but as it was such a lovely day, I decided to do some of the local geocaches. Barrington is a few miles north of where I was staying and a beautiful little village. There’s a series of just over 20 caches just to the North along a 4 mile trail.
As many regulars will know, outside of writing one of my big passions is Geocaching – hunting the countryside for Tupperware contianiners. What started out as an added incentive to go out for a walk has grown into a near-obsession, with over 9000 finds since I started ‘caching’ back in May 2008.
Some caches are placed in an interesting location or are uniquely camouflaged to add a challenge but some are part of series, where the hide isn’t the challenge so much as the walk.
There is huge reverence placed on finding 100 caches in a day. It’s not an easy task mentally nor, given the rule that no two caches can be less than 0.1 mile apart, physically. Being in the “hundred club” is a badge of honour that denotes you as a hardcore cacher.
And so it was no surprise that a large group from many miles away gathered in Essex on a mild but cloudy Wednesday morning to attempt a new series along the River Chelmer between Maldon and Chelmsford.