This location, a short walk from the centre of Castlepoint village, is what was known to me as a child as "The Big Sandhill". It was a place where many hours were spent running both up and down the sand (not always successfully), riding sleds at high speed from top to bottom, making secret forts above the tree line, sharing secrets, sunbathing, burying each other up to the waist and swimming when the sand got too hot. In the true spirit of the 1970s, as primary/intermediate aged kids we were allowed to roam unsupervised after breakfast and had to be back in time for dinner in the evenings. It was the best of times.
While still tall, this "Big Sandhill" has markedly reduced in bulk over the past 35 or so years, due to erosion, storms and shifts in the weather. In front of the dune, on the beach, there is a mostly sand covered rock approximately four metres long which has always reminded me of a crocodile. I recall the days when the seaward end of this rock marked the point where the sandhill and beach met and we could ride our sleds straight down and into the ocean. The dune was also much flatter on top before it dropped down to the beach at a steeper angle than today. This may give you some idea of just how much sand has shifted elsewhere.
This cache is located just inside the treeline. Please do not wander further uphill than you need to, as this is land owned by Castlepoint Station, a working farm.