The mystery in question this time is.... how did I not know!
Geocaching makes you look at the familiar differently, is that really a sign? Are those real logs/bricks/stones?
We have started looking at things in the G-dimension, we wonder almost endlessly about hiding caching, finding caches or just planning the next outing.
One thing that we are loving though is how caching is taking us to familiar places, giving us visual treats for areas we took for granted, yesterday saw us doing just that. A morning to cache in meant we were off to the cliffs! We have been before, a stroll in the summer, sitting in the car enjoying the view over a busy port. This time though we had a mission.
A short walk down the cliffs to the edge revealed a path, with steps to nowhere! Down we plunged gripping tightly to the rail, still amazed this path was even here! All the way to the bottom, just a few feet above the waves hitting the chalk cliffs. A small wooden bridge the last few steps and a tunnel is revealed! A remnant of this coasts defensive history no doubt.
Into the tunnel and with brave hearts (dramatic I know) we forged onwards to the prize.
Cache in hand, a few photos of the view and we were back up the cliff to the cafe! Have to say up was so much harder than down, puffing is standard on this journey!
Another cache that exposed a common place to us with a fantastic twist!
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