The trail system that meanders Pippy Park has long been known for natural beauty and surprisingly scenic vistas. Lately, however, an eerie gloom has settled over the gentle hills and a once serene setting has been permeated with a vague feeling of uneasiness. Reports of spectral encounters and rumours of an unspeakable history have been revealed in hushed whispers by hikers that have vowed never to return to the area. Haunted by these tales of woe, we have been strangely compelled to set aside our own feelings of trepidation and hide a series of seven caches in anticipation of the coming All Hallows’ Eve.
With the explicit understanding that we take no responsibility for elevated heart rates, spine related tingles, or diabolical spirit possession, we invite fellow cachers to steel themselves and bravely venture to this shadowy place and seek our hide.
The deeper you venture, the darker the cache.
When the unthinkable happens and it goes undetected, the scavengers can move in.
This hunt may require pushing a little further into the murky recesses of the woods. As we all know, our navigational acumen can suffer in such places. The coords may be a little loose here but seek and ye shall find.