We had a very frustrating time this evening looking for a couple of new local geocaches. They popped up on my phone whilst I was on my way home from work, so I dashed home to pick up the car, returned to the station to collect Mr W straight from his train and then off we went. But no joy - lots of feeling around metal objects at the first location looking for a magnetic container and lots of scrabbling around the bottom of trees at the second site, yet we still went home without the buzz of a 'first-to-find'. I guess it serves me right for being so easily distracted from my original plan of going out on my bike!
