#6421 found @ 12:01:00, cache 18 of 40 today.
I was out on the resurrected Essex Way today, between Cressing and Coggeshall, caching with Kitty!! and Mr Crow. We signed the logs as Team CCK. We also mopped up a few stragglers around Bradwell on the way back to Cressing.
Oh my, little did we know when we collected the numbers from the sign how much mirth this one would eventually cause...
The info was easy enough to find, and we crunched the result to give us the next place to look. But first Kitty wanted to divert to another cache which she found a while ago, where she thought she might have lost her GPS. A slim chance, but worth a look. So she shot off down the footpath while Mr Crow & I went to find this pot, agreeing to meet up again at the next one.
We had no trouble locating the usual container in an obvious place and thought no more about it. But about half a mile further on, Kitty started raving about how great the big cache here had been when she had spotted it on her way past to catch us up. She insisted it was a long tube in a red carrier bag. No, we said, just the usual pot, But! But! It was definitely a big cache! she persisted. Crucially, she hadn't actually opened the bag at the time, assuming we had signed on her behalf before moving on.
Heated discussions followed as we walked on into the 20's. Apparently, Crow & I were clearly delusional and had definitely found the wrong thing. Hmmm, we mused, Must be (NOT).
Anyway, eventually the debate died down, until we had finished the rest and were on our way back to Cressing to collect the other car. We decided to revisit this spot and see for ourselves what this mythical "big cache" was all about.
We parked in the dip, and Kitty shot up the road like a scalded cat. We followed close on her heels. She rummaged about briefly and then shouted triumphantly "here it is!!"
Yes, but WHAT had she found?
The bag was opened...
The air resounded with shrieks of horrified laughter.
It would seem that the contents of the bag were actually, how shall I put it, a rolled up gentleman's special interest magazine.
"But why would anybody want to read that here?" asked an innocent Kitty.
We pointed out to the naïve feline that there probably wasn't much actual reading being done, per se.
More horrified shrieks, as poor Kitty's blushes went a deeper shade of crimson.
Having shown her the real pot, all present and correct a few metres away, we returned to the car, still giggling at the mistake. I have to give a fave to one of the caches along this section, and it might as well be this one for the inadvertent entertainment it provided!