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After spending most of my Christmas holiday doing these puzzles (not really, it only felt like it), The Man and I took a trip to Watton to collect some of these puzzle caches and to earn the Goodbye 2018 souvenir. First up was the village sign,
Then came the war memorial,
Then the Methodist church,
The only one we failed to find was the ‘sidetracked’ station cache which we believe to has gone missing.
We then added a few more normal caches to our route and spotted this cool owl box,
Sadly on the way home I spotted this dead Barn owl.
The caches around Watton have recently been disable due to water logging but should be up soon.
The we headed back home for an Indian take away to celebrate the end of the year.
We hadn’t been out caching for a while (not since Halloween in Porto anyhow), so The Man and I headed out on a dank and dreary November day. We headed to Weston in Hertfordshire to finish off some of the caches we had previously completed.
One of the first ones we found was in this rather cute container.
Despite the rain and dark, dreary weather I honestly think that this time of year is my favourite for caching as there are so many autumnal delights to find.
I also met a few new horse friends, initially just over a gate but when we realised that we had to go through the field – this horse and his friends followed us and accompanied us up through the field to the other side.
The Man and I managed to find all of the Caches we searched for.
Including this very cute cache,
At the end of our walk, we stopped off at the local church where we discovered the grave of Jack O’Legs.
Apparently (according to a local legend) he was local (and very tall) archer who lived in a cave in Weston. In a year of bad harvest the Baldock bakers increased the price of their flour so, a bit like Robin Hood, Jack ambushed the bakers and gave the flour to his friends in Weston. When he was caught, the bakers blinded him and gave him a death sentence but not before granting him a final wish. He asked to be able to shoot an arrow in the direction of Weston – where the arrow landed was where he wished to be buried. He shot his arrow and it landed in the Churchyard of Holy Trinity Church which is where he is apparently buried.
The interior of the church also had this amazing display of handmade poppies for remembrance day.
All in all this was a good circuit (with a short detour into Clothall) and is looking respectable in terms of all the smiley faces.
We arrived in Porto during Halloween – one of my favourite times of year and I was pleasantly surprised at just how many Halloween decorations I saw; there were carved pumpkins, ghosts and ghouls. The best of these were to be found in the Letraria Craft Beer Garden (it can be found in the Rua da Alegria, 101).
Our caching adventures however started early one morning, after breakfast when we re-visited a cache we had attempted previously but had failed to find due to high numbers of tourist traffic. It was nearby to many of the port caves and very close to a very imaginative piece of artwork which attracts much attention – but this time the Geocaching Gods were on our side and it was quickly logged and replaced.
After this initial success we attempted a few more caches which were along the Gaia side. One was very clever with a different style of mechanism which was incredibly hard to detect and open but we got there in the end.
We followed up on our successes by having a sneaky glass if port and an artisan cheese board before doing a spot of sight seeing.
The next day we again decided to mix up some caching with a walk around the local area. We started off by finding a cache near to a church which had a pentagram carved above the door, we passed the very-quaint, old style trams and this amazing graffiti of a peacock.
When we reached the park we saw real peacocks which looked even more beautiful than the street art. It was in the park that we also found the largest logbook I have ever signed – favourite point given here!
I also watched in amazement as hornets collected pollen from a nearby tree – only to discover later, when I looked them up, that they were I fact very aggressive Asian Hornets!
It was then time for some more port tastings (it would be wrong not to try to local food and drink)…