Obviously I'd like SIMPLY PAUL'S PINK THING - TBJ12X to win, but amongst so many other 'bugs, I know my chances aren't strong. You can follow the TB race on the official race web site at: http://dontgohere.nu/caching/tb-race.htm.
To keep things interesting, the co-ords above are NOT for the cache. They're for a sign post next to a road, close to verge-parking. From here, follow the poetic instructions below:
From the sign, walk North West,
'Cos that's the way that's best.
You'll need to climb some stiles and walk miles and miles,
So bring a drink to drink and sugary snacks to help you think.
Point your nose down the hill, between the trees,
And in spring sunshine, Dafodilies.
At the smelly-named farm you might meet
A Pat who's famously hard to beat.
Here fork left, 'cos that's right.
Beyond a gate are two more.
Zig-zag through and try to fight
The feeling that you're poor.
Down the slope, to another
Easy gate - it's no bother
To gallop on, across an odd track.
To be safe, look around but never look back.
Hedge to your left, Manor on your right,
Lots of sheep, and perhaps a red kite.
A wobbly bridge, beyond, a stile.
Pass a post and you've walked nearly a mile.
It's very rural now, so expect dung,
Mud and yet another stile to climb!
A Dutch Barn and more sheep who hum,
And here I struggle for a rhyme.
Now a fence, across the public right of way!
It was there when I came, but it might go away.
Easy to scale, ditch to cross, another climb, of an easier kind.
Now you can see your target, an odd collection of wood to find.
Primeval swamp, or dried out hollow.
Depends on the sort of weather we've had.
Find the cache (please don't steal or borrow).
Good luck, happy hunting and wave to my dad!
For those who care, you'd be dead standing here,
You'd be sixty feet under water - How queer -
If plans to build a reservoir had been approved.
Now think about the walk back to brighten your mood!