Another dark night in London, another attempt at the Thorium Lockbox... This time, Pink-Inc and I were prepared, armed with torches and a steely determination not to be beaten. Why we thought we had to attempt it in the dark again, I'm not sure. Probably through idiocy for completeness.
Anyway, a good time spent rummaging in the shrubbery still yielded no cache and nothing whatsoever to do with the clue until the shout when up from Pink-Inc "I've found Blakey!" I rushed up, full of glee and relief to be confronted by my fellow cacher standing by Blakey and waving about/poking a familiar looking green box.
Nonchalantly I asked "Why are you fiddling with that rat trap...?" Due credit to Pink-Inc, despite her aching legs and tiredness after a long day caching in London, she still managed a good shriek and energetically leapt up, flinging the trap away from her. We spent the next 15 minutes trying to sign the log whilst crying and giggling uncontrollably and wondering why on earth, given her germ phobia, she'd chosen this cache to leave off the caching gloves she'd been whipping out of her bag all day.
I'm still crying now, writing this log. This cache will be remembered with fondness both for our earlier DNF and our final success.