I have to confess that the word geocaching used to leave me cold. I had visions of map-reading in extreme circumstances, rain, rock scrambling, and walking – WALKING! Just Dance it is not. Nor is it hanging out with friends, watching the X-Factor, or chilling out in bed with a book. In short, not something I wanted to do.
But then we did geocaching at Center Parcs: we scrapped over who was going to follow the GPS coordinates, and by the time we had our second code we were hooked. We came home determined to continue, and geocaching became a regular habit. It started with the discovery of our first trackable bugfollow - Percy, whose goal was to get to Antarctica (we helped a little by transferring him from Hertfordshire to Weymouth. Now everywhere we go is an opportunity to join the world’s largest treasure hunt.