Pettigrews
Diary
Old Mr Pettigrew had worked at the same
pawnbrokers shop on the Portobello Road for as long as he could
remember. His employer, Mr Crabtree, was a miserly man who paid
very little remuneration for Old Pettigrew’s years of experience;
Pettigrew had started work at the shop when he was just a teenager.
Old Mr Crabtree, the father of the present Mr Crabtree, had first
employed him to sweep the floor and carry out all manner of mundane
tasks. But as the years passed by Pettigrew had become more and
more familiar with the running of the shop, until in his later
years, he had become known as an acknowledged expert in the field
of antiques. His speciality was jewellery, gold and silver.
Pettigrew kept a diary, wherein he recorded each and every
transaction he carried out. The diary went with him everywhere and
thus it had become very dirty and dog eared.
It was on a bleak November morning that
Pettigrew was in the shop alone when a
Centaur entered. The old shop bell jingled as it always did
whenever someone entered or left the shop and on this occasion it
rang longer as the Centaur, half horse and half man clattered into
the shop. Old Pettigrew wasn’t in the least perturbed at seeing a
Centaur in the shop. Long ago, Pettigrew had been to the land of
the Centaurs and he was in fact a fluent speaker of their language.
The Centaur offered the largest diamond that Pettigrew had ever
seen, but instead of money the Centaur asked for a human soul.
Quick thinking Pettigrew knew that if he offered his own soul in
exchange for the diamond he need not record the sale and mean Mr
Crabtree would be none the wiser. It was the perfect opportunity
for Pettigrew, now in his nineties to finally retire with great
wealth. And so the deal was done. Old Pettigrew’s soul in exchange
for the diamond. The only place that the transaction was recorded
was in the dog eared old diary. That night having informed Mr
Crabtree that he had worked his last day in the old pawnbrokers
shop Pettigrew hid the diamond in a safe place. Unfortunately,
later that same night the Centaur claimed his soul. Somewhere out
there a large diamond is hidden and only an entry in Pettigrew’s
dog eared old diary records where. As Pettigrew’s nephew I am now
the owner of the diary and although I know of the existence of the
diamond, alas I cannot find it. You see, My uncle wrote the details
of its whereabouts in the language of the Centaur
! This is what is
written, Is there anyone who can translate this strange
language?
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Parking
is available in a large lay by opposite the old church in
Weston-under-Wetherley. The location of
the church is N52 19.221 W001 28.360.
The
cache is an average size air and water tight food container. It
contains the usual array of goodies and originally contained a
Kansas Sunshine geo coin, Show me the way to
go home travel bug and a Sir Galahad of Warwick souvenir (non trackable)geo
coin.