I had a rest day on Monday then took the doggies out out for pre-work walks on Tuesday and Wednesday mornings.
At work on Tuesday, I received an email (well, actually, at work, I receive tons of emails) from the Great Run group telling me that the Great Birmingham Run would be taking place on Sunday and there were places left.
The Plan called fro a walk of around twelve miles on Sunday so decided that I could do my long weekly walk slightly differently.
I signed up and splashed the cash (£40) and soon received confirmation that I was in !
I planned to walk after work on Wednesday so, perhaps not wisely seeing that I had a half marathon booked for the weekend, chose to walk from walk in the centre of Birmingham out to my favourite watering hole.
I caught the bus to work, gently walking the final mile into work.
Geocaching is an outdoor recreational activity, in which participants use a Global Positioning System (GPS) receiver or mobile device and other navigational techniques to hide and seek containers, called “geocaches” or “caches”, at specific locations marked by coordinates all over the world.
A typical cache is a small waterproof container containing a logbook and sometimes a pen or pencil. The geocacher signs the log with their established code name and dates it, in order to prove that they found the cache.
After signing the log, the cache must be placed back exactly where the person found it.
Recently, my other half and I have rekindled our interest in Geocaching (see box) and there was a cache to be found if I picked the route out of Coleshill through the golf course.
As I walked through Coleshill, I noticed some footprints on the pavement with an occasional date inserted on shields. The first was 1066 outside of Morrisons (it’s not that old!) and continuing up to the church. I had to divert before the end so I don’t know where (or when) it actually ends!
From the town, my path descended through a field respondent in yellow to cross the River Blythe by a narrow bridge.
Safely over the bridge, I fired up the Geocaching app which told me that the cache was still about 300 metres distant.
I followed the arrow on my iPhone until I was close enough to start rummaging and I soon had the cache in hand.
With my find logged, I continued through Maxstoke Golf Club, crossing Castle Lane and into the fields.
The final two miles were through various crops before I emerged just past the village of Shustoke. I had arranged for my other half to meet me there and as I hit the road, I just caught a glimpse of her car passing by. I was only about half a mile from the pub so she didn’t’t have long to wait.
By the time I strolled into the car park, I had clocked up twelve and a half miles in a time of three hours.
A couple of jars were consumed.