The four caches are also designed to sit alongside my TRoTAM series of caches, and the poem 'The Rime of the Ancient Cacher' is a parody of the Samuel Taylor Coleridge poem 'The Rime of the Ancient Mariner' which that series takes you through.
This poem tells the tale of an old cacher on a long journey, who is frustrated at every turn and ends up making only one find before returning.
PART I
It is an ancient Cacher,
And he findeth one of three.
'By thy weary eyes and GPS,
Now wherefore cannot thou see?
He holds his stick with his weary hand-
Time, it standeth still.
Now listen to his long journey:
This Cacher hath been through the mill.
"The Sun came up upon the left,
Till over the shadows at noon—
But then the STORM-BLAST came, and I
Was caught out in it too soon."
The Cache
This cache is near a pipe carrying water into a small brook. You shouldn't get your feet wet when the water flow is at normal levels. You'll need to bring your own pen, as there isn't one in the cache, and you do need to sign the log to claim the find.