Don't worry, I haven't recently relocated to Hogwarts, nor am I suddenly only 11 again! I'm still the same lovely unmagical me.... but I have recently joined a "secret" community which separates me from many of the rest of you muggles. Yes. It's out and in the open. I'm now a geocacher.
My dearly beloved husband has snorted with derision at last year's Pokemon Go craze, and has dismissed our local Whanganui Rocks community out of hand (check out the Fb page if you're not sure what it is... it loosely involves painting and hiding rocks, finding other people's painted rocks and either keeping or rehiding them. It has been a great way for families to get out and about our lovely city's parks and gardens with their children over the school holiday) but was quite intrigued with the idea of geocaching.
So this afternoon we decided to give it a go. He had created a profile for us on an app, and found that there were a couple of sites in our city centre, so off we went. A brisk walk down to the river led to the first victorious discovery (I'm quite pleased there are hints and photos or we'd never have spotted it because it was only 1cm x 1cm x 1cm!), but the second one proved a little bit more difficult to track down. We got there in the end, and a very satisfying conclusion it was too - especially as it was no more than writing our name on the geolog and dating it!
So on top of working full time, writing a book, running 2 companies and giving professional development workshops every week until Easter, I now have a new hobby too!
We decided that we'd try and get out every Saturday afternoon to do a spot of geocache hunting - and next weekend will take us much further afield as we're driving our eldest son back to university. I can't wait to see what we find there! But I do know I'll wear more appropriate footwear - geocaching is murder on 4" stiletto heels!
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