Indiana Jones - Eat Your Heart Out

After this morning's 4th July shennanigans at Washington Old Hall, which your faithful correspondent found rather heady, and Dr Squirrel found rather dull, we had a spot of lunch and then set off on a little trek in the area surrounding Blanchland, a charming medieval village not far from us.

Like slightly chubbier versions of Indiana Jones and Lara Croft, we were on the hunt for buried treasure.

And this time, we found it. Twice.



On the way, we met some chickens. I don't know why I'm telling you this, I guess I just thought it's something you might want to know. The chickens made it clear they didn't like us by making a lot of unpleasant noise until we had passed.

This is me, having just found our FIRST EVER GEOCACHE!! Back of the net! Or in this case, back of the grotty tree stump. I suspect for Dr Squirrel, the best part of all this is in the fiddling around with complicated techno-gidgets, closely followed by being out "in nature". For me, it is undoubtedly the opportunity to scrabble about in an undignified manner getting dirty. It's like a return to something more free and honest. As the website says, you don't stop playing because you get old, you get old because you stop playing.

Here is a close-up of the treasure itself. In both cases today, we took nothing and left nothing in the caches. We merely indicated our presence in the enclosed logbook.

Here I am with our second find of the day. Next time, gold doubloons? Arrrr, me hearties.