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 Saturday May 22nd 2010

Wow....now that is hot. I am beginning to think that the devil himself has come up from hell for the day and camped out in the National Forest as it is hotter than hot. The UK just doesn't do hot weather, we get 2/3 days a year like today...and thats a good year...but boy when we do you have to make the most of it. Bikinis come out, flesh is shown....and thats just Mr Shiltonpig. Its so hot today we think the Sahara desert must be getting jealous....anyway down to business, during the course of the last week 12 new caches appeared close to our home which

Errrggghhh...look at those legs

 means that with the cost of petrol rising to stupid levels, it was more sensible to do some locals caches. We started in Albert Village, which is as previously mentioned named after Prince Albert, you remember the guy married to Queen Vic. More important than that...its Joshs fav playground area as they have plenty of slides...Josh is always the kind of kid that prefers the grown up slide to the little toddler slide....he climbs up them and jumps down them. He has no fear. We started the caching walk which is known as the conkers trail, but perhaps today we will name it the bonkers trail, as we must have been bonkers to go walking 5 miles in this heat.

Mrs Shiltonpig is so tired...

 Starting off at Suicide lake, we then walk down to a woodland area known as Dianas memorial. It seems everything has a royal connection around here....and when team Shiltonpig take the throne (read the small print in the new coalition governments policies) we will have a wood named after us as well! This woodland then becomes another wood but this time its proper woodlands, not the tree sapling variety that the National Forest is famous for lol. When Josh has grand children the trees should just be about ready to be called a forest lol After sorting out two birds having a fight on the path in front of us (bit like closing time down

"Evil Knieval" Josh

 in Swadlincote) we carried on past a quarry. Not sure exactly what they are quarrying for, but it must be important as they haven't stopped digging yet. We then come across a railway station that we didn't know about, its Moira West...a freight railway station...which doesn't seem to want to have any trains on its railway line. Onwards we head to that local landmark...Conkers. It seems that Conkers is the heart of Geocaching, we now have more caches here than anywhere else on the planet....this is a fact...honest....would we lie to you, our 1 true dear caring reader??? Tragedy happened next, we got lost....and ended up missing one of the caches off.

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We would like to apologise to all our readers for having to view a photo in this blog, you are able to see Mr Shiltonpigs naked legs, we know this isn't a pretty site and hope that you weren't eating when you were reading. All legal claims can be sent to our legal dept....Mr Cameron, 10 Downing Street. We must have walked forever on this caching trip....so much so that Mr Shiltonpig got 2 blisters on his 2 little pinky toes....ouch. The round trip took us back to the other side of suicide lake and back towards home....the only thing more sad than the end of this trip was the final episode of Ashes to Ashes shown last night. Goodbye Gene Hunt...we will miss you.