After I had completed another one of the Cellular Mutation Challenges last week, I decided to work out what I need to complete the remaining two of the series.
After I had completed another one of the Cellular Mutation Challenges last week, I decided to work out what I need to complete the remaining two of the series.
A short series of caches in nearby Northlands Park were published a few weeks ago but I had left them alone. However one, magnetic pot 2, a 3/1 trad was in a bus lay-by and as I was passing, I quickly parked up, hoping that a number 8 wasn’t due.🤔
No, this is not going to be a reminder of the classic number one R&B hit by Eddie Boyd. However, I did have the pleasure of being introduced to the famous blues pianist, singer and songwriter, backstage at the LSE in London about 50 years ago.
Now I am not an FTF chaser as I like to find caches when it suits my purpose. So when the trad Anyone For Tennis was published not 500 yards from my house, I didn’t immediately run out of the door.
I was in Chelmsford for a lunch meeting with my old mate Paul who I started work with in September 1965. As usual, I parked at his house in Roxwell Road and we walked into the city (I almost wrote, town) through the parks.
My wife had a hairdressers appointment in Hockley (he’s Vidal Sassoon trained, you know) so it left me with a forty minute wander around town looking for street furniture and possible geocache locations
Boy, did I have a long list for today! I’d worked out a route to give me maximum numbers so would be tramping the roads and footpaths around Meldreth and Outwell in Cambridgeshire.
This would be my normal Geocaching morning and yesterday‘s little outing was a welcome bonus. I needed numbers in a short amount of time but didn’t want to go down into Kent because of those road works on the A13.
You know that I’m going for numbers this month and realised that I’d found 192 caches so far in November. I remembered that jazzyjessups had a challenge cache down in Kent needing 300 caches in a month to qualify.
This morning I’m off to Hauxton, a small village just of the M11 in Cambridgeshire. As soon as I saw the name, I was off back down memory lane.