Found the numbers, and they lead us straight to the “drop”. Nice location, and a great idea for a cache: we’ll certainly be looking out for Spies Like Us – Honeypot sometime soon!
This weekend, Ruth & I went to London for a short course in massage. After hitting up a couple of geocaches in
the beautiful Holland Park, we trotted into Notting Hill and met up with the woman
who was to show us a variety of different ways to massage a variety of different body parts. “This is going to hurt,” the instructor warned us, as we sat ourselves down alongside the
other two students – a Spanish couple about ten years older than us – and introduced ourselves. “We’re going to be experimenting with the extremes of hard and soft pressure to
understand when each are useful and to find the middle ground. If you don’t wince at least once during that process, then your partner is doing it wrong.” She wasn’t kidding. At one
point, I remember musing over whether the instructor might run an S&M dungeon on her days off. I think it was right after she said, “Come on; I want to see red marks!”
A variation on the 'S' move, common to hand and foot massage. As opposed to the 'M' move. Hang on... these moves are called 'S' and 'M'...? Seriously?
Feet, hands, shoulders, heads, backs… we took a tour of the body, swapping over from time to time to alternate who was the masseur and who was the… masseuee? Apparently I was the star
pupil and picked it up quickly, but I may have had an unfair advantage because I’ve got “just the right kind of thumbs” for massage – they’re fat and straight, which is apparently
ideal. So if the world of software goes belly-up when we someday invent computers that can program themselves, at least I now know that I could retrain as a massage therapist.
It’s a profession for which I’ve discovered a new-found respect. Massage is hard. Surprisingly harder than it looks. Despite her slender arms and shoulders, our trainer had a
hell of a grip and a lot of upper body strength: emulating the level of pressure that she was able to apply was incredibly challenging, and by the second time that we were switching
positions, I’d begun to work up a bit of a sweat. In my case, at least these bouts of exercise were punctuated by getting a nice relaxing massage (or, at worst, being used as an
experimental punching bag), but for a professional masseur there’s no such relief.
All in all, it was a fun afternoon/evening out. We learned some enjoyable skills and got the chance to practice them under expert guidance. Once I’d learned to think of the rhythm and
looseness as being similar to drumming (“What is that? 3/4 time?”), I really got a knack for loosening up back and shoulder muscles with hand-tapping. And Ruth learned to do an
awesome hand massage trick using her knuckles.
We were only able to spend about 20 minutes searching for this, but didn’t manage to find it, even after looking at the clue. We found what we think must have been its hiding place and
wonder if perhaps it’s been muggled again…? Hope not: it’s rare to see such large caches in such urban areas, and it’s always quite satisfying to find one. Good luck, future cachers!
Hope it’s still there!
My favourite cache of the day! A wonderful little adventure!
I’d not noticed when I copied the data to my GPSr that this find was going to involve as much leg-work as it did! Starting in Headington, I collected the clues, zipping effortlessly
around the locations by bike. Then, sat on the side of London Road, I came up with the coordinates. HOW FAR? Wow… it’s a good job I’m ready for a decent cycle, today, and I’ve got a few
caches down that way that I’d like to collect anyway.
Several miles (and many caches) later I found myself getting close, hoping that I’d not miscalculated or gotten the wrong numbers. When I got close, it became clear to me where it was
likely to be hidden: but the recent rain had made the ground treacherously slippy, and I struggled to get the cache, between groups of people walking past, without falling over!
I have no interest whatsoever in football, but I thoroughly enjoyed this cache… as well as enjoying learning a little bit of local history! TFTC!
Looks like I must have been there JUST before mumzoid970! Following the coordinates, I was standing almost on top of it (well, as close as one can get!) before I thought to look down
and spotted it. TFTC.
Despite the foul weather I really enjoyed exploring this little nature reserve (and not just because it gave me a break from my cross-town cycle!) Photos attached of me by the notice
board, down by the cliffs, and of the cliffs with me pointing at them (because otherwise those cliffs could be anywhere; but only I would wear a jacket like that!). Email to follow.
TFTC.
Found this on my way down from Horspath Nature Reserve. Nothing exciting happening on the test track, but I did notice that the signature before mine in the log was that of
Fraig2010, who recently dropped off my Travel Bug at Famous Grouse, the final step of it’s journey! Maybe I’ve just passed him/her…
Nice “mechanism” to help with the retrieval/hiding of this little cache. Somebody going into the village hall gave me an odd look as I lifted my bike over the gate!
After a hard uphill trek through slippery mud (in inadequate shoes) I got to this easy cache. Lots of stuff in the box, but TNLN. Thanks for giving me an excuse to stop for a break
before pressing on to Famous Grouse!
This cache was a primary goal of mine, today, because a travel bug I set off on it’s travels (a long while back, and in Wales), “The Oxford Scouting Party”, had safely landed here and I
wanted to pick it up. Coming up the path from London Road after such rain was a mistake, because the path was wet and slippery, but I got there in the end and found the cache without
too much difficulty (although I did need the clue to help make sure I was looking in the right place!). Took my travel bug, left a rubber bouncy ball and a sliding puzzle of a tiger.
And I did get to see a grouse or two on the way up! Two grouse? Grouses? Grice???
Thanks for a wonderful cache and an enjoyable walk.