So off we went into the night, along city roads, a bit of highway, off into the outer fringes of Worthing, narrow roads, houses turning into farmland, and down a track until a gate stopped us going any more. In the dark, just flashlights to help us avoid the landmines left by cows (who we could hear mooing in the near distance). Why? Looking for a little plastic box hidden somewhere at a precise grid reference. The picture shows Mike Adams packing the logbook and 'prizes' into the box again after I had luckily been the one to find it. We left a note in the log, rehid the box carefully in a hole at the base of a tree, and went home satisfied Mike had chalked up yet another successful geocache event.
Picture credit: Richard A Oliver
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You Brits and the occasional Yank...just have way, way too much time on your hands !!
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