I went to Deenethorpe today. I parked, got out of the car, and saw that the first cache would be across the sort of clingy mud that makes even pushing a bike almost impossible. So I decided to go on foot today.
I think that actually, I could have gone around the mud, but the whole area was so soggy that I didn't much regret going on foot. Plus I would have had to lift over a number of quite difficult stiles.
After completing the round, when I got back to the road, I looked back and saw this.
Given the history I have with dogs, it would have been nice to have been told this before I entered their area, not just as I was leaving.
I got back to the car just as the sun was setting, ate lunch, then did a few more by night. A good day out, forty+ caches.
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