This post (and the next few posts) is a bit late, by almost a month in fact but I just haven't got around to writing them up. Thankfully we've not been out caching that often so there's only a few posts to catch up on so here goes...
After a long day at work I decided to do a spot of caching on the way home. The rest of the family were away on holiday (see following post) and so I had the whole evening to spare. Heading down the A77 I decided to first have a look for The Sign of the Flying Bicycles which is right next to the road. Pulling in to a small stretch of the old road which is now part of the cycle track I hunted high and low but eventually had to give up. It was only once I got home I discovered that the data cached in the phone was out of date and that the cache was disabled. No wonder I didn't find it.
Next up I had a look for a cache in Waterside, Primrose Bank. I'm sure this should be really easy to find and indeed other cachers have logged that it is but when I visited there was no way to look for it without getting linched by the locals. You know in the old western movies when the baddie walks into the bar, the music stops and everyone stops talking and looks around? Well that was exactly how I felt at this cache. I was watched as I parked, followed by some kids up to the GZ, there were at least two people in the houses opposite noseying out the window at me, there were people in the garden right behind the GZ and then their dog started going mental at me. So much so that I had no choice but to about-turn and head back down to the car where those kids were waiting on me and a guy up a ladder in just a pair of y-fronts shouts down, "can ah help ye mate?", my reply... "er... naw yer all right" .... (weirdo). In short there was absolutely no way to look for this cache without getting caught, marched into the town square and burnt at the stake. I think this is one for 5am on a Sunday morning!!
From here I headed a bit farther East to Moscow. No not the one in Russia, the one in East Ayrshire. Here I went looking for three caches. The first of these was MOCKBA which turned out to be a fairly straight forward side of the road type cache. Next was Turbines view the Russian "Law" which is further up the same road and hidden in an area of forestry. This one turned out to be simpler than I though and after a longwinding detour around and through some boggy ground riddled with hidden ditches and guarded by spiky conifers I eventually found the wee blighter right at the edge of the clearing. Doh, oh well I suppose my work shoes needed a clean!! Third came A New Russian Forest which is further down the same road towards the village. As its name suggests this is hidden in a section of new(ish) woodland, however the nettles were almost as high as the trees and after a highly dangerous and stingy attempt I decided it would be safer to come back another time.
Leaving Moscow I headed towards Fenwick but on the way went to look for By Bruntland Bridge and in the process I managed to disturb a mature lady and gentleman who appeared to have been getting sightly "over romantic" in their car just before the bridge... either that or they'd just been for a swim and were having a race to see who could get their clothes back on the quickest!!! They were still there when I left but were sitting fully dressed looking all serious... I laughed 'til it hurt.
Just down the road I found Jane's Wee Rendevous Bit. This is a simple cache hidden at a bench by the side of the road. Another nice easy one to boost the numbers!
The Parliament Wall was to be my final cache of the night as it was getting dark and I was getting hungry. Located in Fenwick village, this cache required super stealth mode as it is at a road junction and overlooked by houses. Finding the cache was easy, it's in the obvious place but getting it out and in on my own was awkward. If you've got an invisibility cloak, take it with you for this one!
Finally it was time to go home, only to hear that Mrs SC and the Super kids had found more caches than me!!
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