The Sinfin Moor Troll

Saturday March 27th 2010

Be Warned Avid Readers! Deep in the moors of Sinfin, south of Derby lurks an ugly troll that lives in a bridge. In an exclusive for this blog, we have the only known photo of this hideous creature and it is there for all to see to the left. Well before we get to this bit, lets rewind and start the story at beginning. Sinfin is a suburb of Derby and was mentioned in the Domesday book, but for me and all the others...it is home of one the most well known brands...Rolls Royce. The site of Rolls Royce is so big it could have it own caching series, however I am not too sure they would be happy for us to be snooping around, so instead we went to the nearby moors.

So this was a series of 11 caches set around the area, all of which had no hints and we didn't know what size they would be. We didn't have high hopes, as we never seem to do well on these sorts of caches. However we were in for a surprise...the first one being that Mr Shiltonpig forgot to write down the co-ordinates for one of them, plus he was telling some awful jokes. Mrs Shiltonpig had, had enough and ordered Mr Shiltonpig to start digging his own grave...thankfully by the time he had dug the hole she had forgiven him, so if you walk through the woods and see a hole, please think of poor old Mr Shiltonpig. There were some crafty hides on our finds today, some were tucked in all manner of holes and trees...but unlike the other day Mr Shiltonpig was on fire and finding all kinds of difficult hides.

As we walked through the wood, which isn't part of the National Forest we ended up on another detour and ended up at somewhere we shouldn't have been and the usual climb over barbed wire took place. We really should learn to navigate better or upgrade our gps...but I doubt either will be happening soon. Of course the inevitable happened today and we came across a cache that we just couldn't find, we even texted a friend, but to no avail, we still couldn't find the blinkin' thing. It supposed to be on a bridge but the evil sinfin moor troll must have got to it before we did. Oh that evil troll! Josh was shattered at this point and was starting to fidgit and fidgit on poor Daddys shoulders.

Of course the nearby river would not be complete without the resident trolley....some have claimed that this is yet more evidence of the troll, others would have you believe that the local vole population go shopping with it...we however just think whoever is using it that Tescos have a long way to come and collect it. Sadly despite Mrs Shiltonpig investigating the pound had already gone! One of the easier caches we found today was near the housing estate that we had started from, we were a good 50-75 metres away from the cache and we could see it. Very crafty the hide was...Josh however by this point was getting tired of Mr Shiltonpigs jokes, he though they were lame...so much so that the inevitable happened...

Josh fell asleep on his shoulders, the subsequent pain on Mr Shiltonpigs shoulders increased by the pressure Josh was creating. So a good morning was had by all in a quiet spot of Derby city...lots of horse muggles today. We met one that was scared of the picnic bag we had brought? whats that all about? Another man stopped to talk to us about the wildlife in the local stream (we didn't mention the trolley or the troll) and then just stood and stared at us for ages...very strange. Plus one of the houses on the estate had a boat the size of the Titanic on its drive...very bizarre...so with 10 caches in the bag...it was time to move on....time for lunch!