I’m very happy tonight as I got to do one of my favourite things today: swimming.
The day started off with some geocaching maintenance. And some shouting.
I found myself stuck up a muddy bank armed with some WD40. The Old Trout was shouting instructions up at me. Further shouting ensued when I got caught on a prickly bush and became irritated. I hope no one was in any of the multiple nearby fields listening to us because we were both turning the air blue at one point. Irritation had got the better of both of us.
This is the geocache from where I was standing. It isn’t a simple traditional where you open a box to find a log to sign. There’s what’s called a field puzzle aspect to it. Essentially you have to solve a little puzzle out in the field in order to get the log.
The log is hidden in the right-hand tube. But there’s a padlock on the end to stop you from getting to it.
Attached to the left hand tube is a long piece of string with a magnet on the end. You have to use the magnet to fish in the left hand tube.
Fish well enough and you can catch this green bison tube which has a key inside; the key for the padlock on the other tube.
It should take a cacher a few minutes to work out all of the elements of the puzzle and how to solve it. Having never seen it before myself, I know that I was up there too long for my liking. I was standing on a bit of a slope and my calf muscles got quite a stretch. One which required some Ibuprofen afterwards.
(The WD40 was for the padlock, which got squirted liberally).
The Old Trout and I continued our drive around the countryside, periodically screeching to a halt as we nearly passed the layby we were meant to be stopping in for the next maintenance check.
Until it all went awry.
You see, I went up on to this footbridge to check one of our caches and I spotted the most stunning pool…
It looked deep enough to swim in…
And I just couldn’t help myself. The Old Trout took a little persuading. We hadn’t finished the arranged maintenance for the day you see. But I am a master of persuasion. I got my way. And I went swimming.
I love swimming. Yes, even in cold Yorkshire streams. Is that what they’re called up here? Well, if it’s a beck, a burn, a nant, or any other name, it doesn’t matter. I love swimming in bodies of water.
You get to see the world from a different perspective and feel the water surrounding you.
Yep. One very happy Janathoner here.
I probably expended more energy getting in and out of the water than I did swimming. But I had my few minutes splashing about. So it counts towards my exercise for today.
And then, because I’m not a master of persuasion at all, we carried on with the geocaching maintenance as I’d promised the Old Trout that I would.
For 3 more caches I sploshed out of the car and up to a cache. Yep, 3 times I peeled my soaking wet leggings off the bin bag I was sitting on and headed out into the cold to pick up a plastic box.
Here’s a photo of the last one, as proof that we did indeed continue until it got dark.
And as soggy and as cold as I was, I still think I got a great deal.
My first swim of the year Day: a swim, reached daily step goal.
Steps taken: 4,231
Difficulty Level: Easy