Hunted as well as I was willing to, without putting my hands into anything particularly disgusting in the improvised toilet that is this GZ. :-( No luck, though: perhaps I’m not looking
in the right place, or perhaps it’s somewhere that I wasn’t happy to put my fingers…
Basically next door to where I work, so stepped out for a quick lunchtime expedition. Easy enough find, but some stealth was required: muggles everywhere!
My last hunt of the day, as it started to get dark and my GPSr’s battery finally died and it made a sad noise and fell asleep. The hint only told me what I already knew: my signal had
been spot on! But that didn’t help me find the cache. I wondered if it might have been too high for me to see, or reach, so I climbed a tree (haven’t done that in a while!) and looked
down at where I suspected it might be, but no luck. Searched a lot of places, but eventually had to give up.
Wonderful location, though: I’ll certainly be coming back for another hunt.
A narrowboater had moored nearby and struck up a conversation with me as I parked my bike and sat on the bench near this cache. It’s a shame he was so friendly, because it gave me no
opportunity to surreptitiously reach for the cache!
Battery was starting to get low on my phone, which I was using as my GPS and which I’d forgotten to properly charge before I left the office this afternoon, so I didn’t hunt for long…
but I wonder if it might be missing, because that’s a few of us now that haven’t been able to spot it…
Took a diversion on my way home from work to try to get this and some of the Route Canal series. Unfortunately I failed at this, my first cache of the day, when I found that the
location of the cache has somewhat turned into a building site – a bustle of workmen coming and going and where I THINK the cache is made inaccessible by a pile of construction
materials. Shall try again another time.
A quick and easy find as I cycled home to Kidlington up the Oxford canal.
Battery was getting really low now, so I decided that if I was only going to be able to manage one more cache between here and home, it ought to be a good one. GC3VJAT (“Duke’s Cut”) looked exciting, so I popped this cache back in its spot and sped off to the North.
It’s been over a year since I’ve done a “serious” caching expedition, and the clue threw me for a while as I tried to dredge up an old memory of what it meant. Once I’d done that, it
was easy… although I did have a moment of panic when I dropped the lid of the cache and (between batches of passing joggers) hunted for it on the floor, only to later discover that it
had landed on my bike pannier rack.
Took my co-workers lizrosemccarthy and kateevery out on their first
ever geocaching expedition, and this was their first ever find: what a great first-cache for anybody. Scrawled in the log, along with other vandalism which I’ll leave the others to
describe. TFTC!