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Wednesday, 2 May 2012

The first cuckoo

Today I heard my first cuckoo.

I went out caching near Wycombe, intending to to a loop on foot, then one on the bike. But the first one I did looked bikable, so I got on two wheels and trundled round. It's still very soggy underfoot (will this terrible drought never end?) which made it tougher, but I got round without serious problems. While I was going round, I heard my first cuckoo of the year. That's always a great harbinger of summer.

By the time I got back to the car, my hip was giving me much gyp, so I decided to leave the second loop for another day, and did a few odds and ends instead. Cache of the day was the grossest cache I've ever done. I've done a few caches that are hidden in fake dog poo, inclulding one quite large one where the hint was "under a log" (but it didn't say what sort of log it meant). Another one was in a dog poo bag, hanging on a bush. This one wasn't fake dog poo, it was something much more horrible. I won't spoil it for you by telling you what it was, or which cache. But well done the cache setter.

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