Stumbling attempts at geocaching
Just as Lloyd went off geocaching this weekend, so did I. On Saturday I took a short walk from my front door to find one that was nearest where I live. It was on Regent’s Canal, not a lovely place, and after 10 minutes rummaging around in the bushes I got very self-conscious and called it a day. I didn’t use the clue provided, and perhaps should have done, as I see it was found just the day after.
On Sunday Anna and I took a detour on the way to a friend and got ourselves into a similarly-fruitless search in Battersea Park.
Sheesh. I need to work on this, or it’s going to become (even more) embarrassing.
