So there I am, bright eyed and bushy tailed at the prospect at finding my first cache in england, and bestowing upon it all the many (I.e. 4) geocoins and tb’s I had brought. But first, the reason I went to England was to see my brother’s podling, Dominic (born September 7th)

Ahaha it looks undead. I mean cute. Yes, cute.

Anywho, I went to find my first cache. It was a pretty long one, and a multistage to boot. After taking a tour of the river cam and seeing many. many. MANY (17 or so in all I believe) boathouses, I had all the info I needed to find the first cache.

Ah Mr. Pretty Bench, what on earth can you be hiding?

AHA!

can you taste that? It tastes like sweet success baby.

The coordinates rapidly led me to another bench that was occupied by a young man eating his lunch. After cursing him throughly and sitting on another bench some ways away, I sat and waited. Luckily within 10 minutes he was done, and I carefully removed the next cache which you can see in my hand below. arrow points to hole it was carefully hidden under:

tromping my way madly to the last set of coordinates I find myself looking around wildly to make sure no one saw, and made a mad dash to the area. The area in question being absolutely down trodden by hooved feet, and several inches below water.

Bemoaning my poor new shoes (did I mention they are heelys? Well they are, and they are awesome.) I quickly realized I didn’t have to actually muck through, I could have hopped a fence. Well only a little brown on my shoes, no harm done.

Cue the next hour of me digging through a tree full of thorns, sure of where the cache was, and unable to reach it due to thorns. To add insult to injury I stood whacking away at the tree for a quite a while before giving up. Turns out some folks came and found the cache shortly after I did, and managed to retrieve it. Thanks no doubt to the many people sized holes I left in those damn brambles. ARGH. Not willing to give up, I marched my way to the next cache, and couldn’t figure out the clue. After stopping at the Fort St James pub for a few pints of cider black, I tried my luck at another regular cache, and due to poor planning ran out of time. In desperation I emailed people who had found the cache I couldn’t figure out the clue to, and desperately hoped one would answer me…