A womans work is never done!

A cache that can clean Mr Shiltonpigs dirty pants

Thursday April 15th 2010

Washing machines in the shape of a cache...all in the same afternoon? Does life not get any better for Mrs Shiltonpig? This must be her idea of heaven......forget lying on a beach in the Dominican..the thought that she can go caching and take Mr Shiltonpigs dirty socks and pants out with her to wash surely is perfection for her. **BANG!BASH!WALLOP!** **Mrs Shiltonpig beats Mr Shiltonpig into a pulp** Don't worry ladies....normal service has resumed...Mrs Shiltonpig will not stand for such cheeky and rude comments from Mr Shiltonpig.

Josh fav word at the moment "flowers"

Moving on swiftly, todays first topic will be the subject of poo. Firstly Josh did his usual about 100 feet from a cache site...but we have just got used to that by now...however as Mr Shiltonpig got into the car and put his foot on the pedal....**sniff sniff** oh my goodness he has trodden in dog poo. Why is it dog owners cannot seem to manage to clean up after their dogs and take it home with them? It wouldn't have been so bad, but before the afternoon was out Mr Shiltonpig had trodden in his second lot of dog poo. Now either there is some kind of dog poo conspiracy going on or there are some lazy dog owners out there. Its ok, you can come out from behind the bushes...the rant is over.

Mrs Shiltonpig thinking about upgrading her phone

The first wood took us to a wood in Grangewood (I'm trying to fit in as many woods into this sentence as I can). Grangewood is a small village that doesn't have its own page on wikipedia yet. team Shiltonpig is proud to present its new campaign "Give Grangewood is own page, please". All money gratefully received will be put into the box entitled "team Shiltonpigs summer holiday fund". Grangewood had some secrets to hide including the cache in question held by Mrs Shiltonpig, a telephone box. A new novelty cache find by team Shiltonpig...poor little Josh got stung by some stingers.

Like father, like son

We were back in the car (with the poo removed) and off to another woodland called Raddle Farm near Coton on the Elms (we were last here on Tuesday). These 2 caches mark the spot in the UK that is the furthest away from the sea/ocean....how depressing is that....so in honour of the fact here is a great link. The two caches in this small farm were made harder to get to by the fact that horses had pretty much chewed up the entire footpath..is was like trying to walk on concrete egg boxes. However it was worth it to get the lovely photo of father and son sitting on a log....signing a "log" book...groan!

Captains Log

Now we have seen plenty of caches before, but the one in the picture was literally carved with love and fits perfectly with its natural surroundings. Very cunning indeed. Josh by this point was having one of his afternoons where no matter how much we fed him, gave him something to drink, sang nursery and rock songs to him he wasn't happy. So we headed home...with some clean pants and socks courtesy of the washing machin cache and several nappy bags full of unsavoury contents. 4 caches today in a couple of hours...that will do very nicely thank you, very nicely indeed.