War has far-reaching and devastating effects. Even a village as small as Eastrea was at the start of the twentieth century was touched by it and lost sons and fathers in both World Wars.
When you visit this location, take a moment to reflect and remember their sacrifice before continuing.
Now, look at the names displayed and work out who it is that has an Uncle Ben buried at the Somme.
Using I as the first letter of his name, IV as the fourth etc., the coordinates of the cahe and log book are given by:
N52° (II)(VII-V).(VI-III)(VII-III)(V-II-I) W0° (VI-VIII).(V+VII-VI)(I)(IV-III)
When published the cache contains and unactivated 'Poppy' trackable as a reward to first finder. It is also loaded with other swappable and trackables.
Happy Hunting!
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.
Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres.
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.
They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England's foam.
But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;
As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain,
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.
Robert Laurence Binyon (1869-1943),
published in The Times newspaper on 21st September 1914.