I was out caching yesterday in Wiltshire, and saw the first snowdrops of the year.
I spent a while rooting around here, and eventually found the cache, not
as per hint. I'd just replaced it as per hint, when a muggle called to
me from the pavement. "Hi! Are you OK?" "Yes thank you," I answered. You
don't have to answer the question she'd meant to ask, only the one that
she actually did ask. "Are you looking for something?" she continued.
"I'm fine, thanks," I replied. You don't actually have to answer the
question asked, you can answer some completely different qwuestion. But
then she got specific. "What were you doing there?" So I got specific.
"I'm counting the slugs," I replied. That's usually the end of it, but
she struggled on gamely. "Why?" "I'm counting the slugs," I repeated.
You don't actually have to answer the question asked. And I dug into my
shoulder bag and showed her my "British Slug Survey" badge. That
reassured her, of course, and she started to make excuses. "It's just
that you're wearing camouflage, and you're down by the side of that
fince." "Perfectly understandable," I forgave her magnanimously, got
into the car and Paul drove away.