As a blogger, I happen upon many a genius blog post. But there was one in particular last week, that appealed to me more than most. Why? Well basically, the lovely and highly amusing Emma from Brummy Mummy of Two, was encouraging us to be honest about our summer holiday experiences. Not just highlight the best bits and Instagram the life out of them but to share the truth, in all its ugly glory. Thus 'Wicked Wednesdays' was born and today I'm joining in.
You may recall that one of my summer goals this year was to try Geocaching with the kids. I have since discovered that more than a few of you have no idea what this hobby is, so in very simple terms, it's an organised, worldwide treasure hunt, that you can pick up and leave as and when it suits. There's a brilliant website to explain everything, complete with You Tube clips and details of the app, which will help enormously in finding the hidden treasure. Or so they told me.
Seeing as Friday was our first full day at home, it seemed like as good an opportunity as any, to make a start. Having downloaded the Geocaching app, I was delighted to discover that there were a fair few caches hidden in and around our local area - less than 2 kms from our home. Despite initial protestations every time the G-word was mentioned, The Tween and The Boy were pretty enthused by the whole thing (The Teenager was too poorly so stayed behind) and we decided to take the dog too.
I knew which pathway the treasure was hidden down as having looked at the app, the clue was fairly clear. Using my phone's GPS system to help in the navigation process, we went straight to the area. *Ping* went my phone, informing us that we were within 20 metres of the cache. At this point we began searching amongst the densely populated trees......brambles......and stinging nettles. It wasn't long before The Tween opted out of the search (for fear of getting stung) and the dog began whining and crying. Had he been coaxed into his harness under false pretences?
Armed with the clue: 'at the base of an ivy clad tree' my little forager was determined to find the cache. Despite there being way too many stinging nettles for my liking and at least a dozen trees that would fit this description, he would not give up and to be honest, I was pretty reluctant to admit defeat too.
Several discarded bisto tubs, coke cans, lager bottles and empty crisp packets later, we were still cache-less and The Tween had begun expressing her concern at the increasingly dark clouds forming overhead. Then it started. The first few drops of rain were quite refreshing - it was a very hot day. The suffocating heat also meant that we were wearing very little clothing and entirely unsuitable footwear. As the 'shower' turned to proper rain, we decided to shelter under a tree, hoping that it would pass and that we could continue in our search. But the rain got heavier and heavier and heavier. Then the thunder started, followed very quickly by flashes of lighting. All of a sudden, standing under a tree no longer seemed like the sensible option.
We ran, laughed, screamed (that was me) and splashed our way home; wading through half a foot of water, as an entire week's worth of rain descended in approximately 10 minutes! We returned home empty handed and completely and utterly wet through to our knickers. Well I did say that this summer would be about 'making memories'....
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