At Upton Bishop: Cache...less

Beau and I have been on a covert mission this evening. We are trying out the phenomenon of Geocaching. Having consulted our handheld device, it appears that we there is a stash of cache close to our home.

Unfazed by my novice orienteering skills, Beau marches ahead. He's struggling, against rain, a heavy cold and very long wet grass. The instructions on my handset, mark out that the cache should be under or in a tree with an owl near it. We look, our GPS does most of the work. I begin to read the reviews, since our GPS seems to locate us directly to the spot and no cache appears be in sight. Beau is beginning to look nightly disappointed. The cache it seems has been missing long before we arrived.

It seems that our trade of a magnifying glass will have to wait until the next cache hunt.