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 II
"And now there came both mist and snow,
And it grew wondrous cold:
My GPS would not settle at all,
And I began to feel old.
Water, water, every where,
And all my clothes did shrink;
Water, water, every where,
My GPS on the blink.
My very feet did rot: O Christ!
That ever this should be!
Yea, slimy things did crawl up my legs
And on up past my knee."
The Cache
This cache is at the side of the track, just out of view of the upcoming property. 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.