I am writing this at nearly 3am on Saturday morning because I am a dirty stop-out. I admit that I went out galavanting without writing my Juneathon blog for Friday. However, it was agreed a while ago that as long as I didn’t go to sleep in between the two, it still counted as writing a blog for the previous day. So there!
Today I walked along the Clyne for my Juneathon exercise. In May I checked the geocache series that my family maintains along the Clyne and discovered that one was missing. Today I went to replace it.
First I put all the parts together at home to make the replacement cache: The clip lock container, the note, the swag, the pencil and the log to sign to prove that a geocacher has actually found it.
And then I hopped on the bus and started on up the Clyne. This cache’s name is “C… I Spy Series”. It was part of 26 caches that were all alphabetically themed. “O… I Spy Series” for instance, is an owl perched on a tree with a logsheet stuck unfortunately up her bottom.
The hope is that people can try to guess what the letters stand for and have a surprise when they reach the cache.
As I got off the bus at the bottom end of the Clyne I was hoping desperately that the C… was still in place and that no one had taken it since my last visit. It’s been there for a few years, so there was no real reason that it would have suddenly vanished. But you never know.
The Clyne is now a lovely picturesque cyclepath, but it was once the line of the London, Midland and Scottish railway. There are old platforms and various relics of this part of the Clyne’s history still in evidence today.
Including this lump of moss-covered coal just down from the track, that I picked up today.
I love walking along the Clyne. It’s a joy to step away from the paved streets of the City of Swansea. Yes, the cyclepath is tarmaced, but there are lots of opportunities to take yourself away from that path and delve a little deeper into the woodland. I decided to do that for a few moments today when I reached the pond in the Clyne. I took a short detour around its outer edge, before heading back again on to the main track.
Thankfully the “C” was still where I’d left it last time. Many moons ago my sister and her husband cycled along the track with this bright orange cone and deposited it a few feet from where it is now. We geocachers do quite odd things for our hobby, I’ll admit it.
Not only was I grateful for the fact that the cone was still there, I sighed with relief when I found that the cache container actually fit inside it, as I had hoped it would. You try deciding from memory what plastic box would fit inside a bright orange cone that you left in the woods a fortnight ago. It isn’t easy you know!
And, just to ensure that you’re aware how ridiculous the life of a geocacher can be: in those woods I have also had to maintain the following: A plastic maze, a rat with glowing red eyes, a pinecone, a washing machine (yes, you read that correctly), an owl, a dustbin, a UFO, some Ivy, a First aid box, a gun cartridge, a lizard lounging on a log, a tyre, and a zip. All of which have a log sheet attached to them somewhere, for fellow geocachers to sign. And all of which I have replaced or salvaged at some point or other. And every time I have aquired twigs stuck in my hair, mud on my face, or some other caching mark of honour.
Today I stood in dog poo and had to wash it off in the stream. I don’t think I collected any twigs. But you never know.
All in all, it was a successful and enjoyable walk. I did exactly what I intended to do and returned home in one piece.
Day 8 – Walk along the Clyne
Steps Taken – 12,560