Hiding a geocache is no easy task.

You have to find somewhere interesting, nowhere near another cache, secluded enough to not be stumbled upon by accident and not on private land. And not only do you have to do all that; you also have to prove it to the moderators.

So - as I say - not easy, which of course we didn’t know when we decided to hide our own.

We thought we’d struck gold two weeks back when we found a large tree by a distinctive hole in a crumbling wall, and picked up enough rubble and debris to hide our cache quite safely. Then we found another one close by and I had to cycle back down there next morning and get it back without being seen.

So we tried again on Saturday night and found a cosy dark spot under the trunk of a fallen tree by the river, covered our box with leaves and bark and went back home to log it.

And the following morning it was duly rejected on the ‘can you prove it’ grounds.

So this morning, at seven-twenty-early, I was out there again taking it back. It was a beautiful time to be down by the river. A heavy mist was rising up from the pancake-flat surface of the water, from out of which came the disembodied voices of the ducks. The horses had been moved down to the water’s edge where they were having their breakfast as the low sun shot its first weak beams of the day through the trees.

There were a dozen walkers or more, all out with their dogs, which made things more difficult as the animals were excited by the crispy frost fizzing their feet. And it felt like a magical time to be walking by the river, and had I not had a train to catch I would have stayed much longer.

As it turned out, the trains were running late so perhaps I should have done.

Perhaps having your cache rejected is no bad thing.

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