Owen’s Birthday Cache in Springfield has been a bête noire for some time. I’ve visited on three prior occasions and bombed out. Today I was determined to finally put this one to bed, so I had asked a previous finder for another hint. And finally, there it was. Hooray.
I signed the log and legged it back to the car just as the rain came lashing down. Good timing!
I chose a different stretch of the Hertfordshire Way to tackle this evening, around Northaw Place. But first, I went to seek a couple of oldies from 2002 which were nearby. One was a quick find, The Barrel Makers Ramble.
Where Four Corners Meet (Herts) was the next oldie. I was met with loads of vegetation and the tree stump didn’t reveal its secrets for ages. I gave it a good frisking but was about to give up…
… Then I tried a much less likely location and there it was, nestling in its camo bag. The box has recently been replaced, but other seekers after that haven’t been able to find it until I came along. Yay!
Then on to more Herts Way hides; some were in camo, like Mr Ratty here:
And on the animal theme, this was the last find of the day, in an attractive Dolphin tin. I put my paws on it as the light was fading and the thunder began rumbling again in the distance. I didn’t want a repeat of Day #322 so I legged it back to the car, just as the heaviest spots of rain were beginning to fall.
I’ve had a bunch of caches around Elstree on my to do list for a while now, but I’ve mostly been saving them as “emergencies” for keeping my streak going. However, as I’m now nearing the end of my stint working in the town, I figured it was time to go and pick them up today.
There were some tricky hides amongst the group, but I managed to find all but one – which I strongly suspect is missing anyway. So far so good. However, it had been raining hard all day before I set out and although it had stopped by the time I was walking, everything was still soaking wet.
I had to traipse through several patches of sodden, knee-high grass, and before long my jeans were wet through. The fabric just seemed to wick the water down into my poor wellies. By the time I got around the circuit, they was squelching badly. I had to stop to empty out the boots before finally getting back to the car! Urgh!
I have tried drying them out at home, but to be honest, they have probably had their day now – there’s virtually no tread left on the bottom and the insides are rather nasty, even with the gel insoles I’ve been using in them. So, time to shop for new boots, I think! 🙁