The Imp!

"The Imps??"

 Saturday May 15th 2010

The Imp is the symbol of Lincoln. Imps are supposed to be little creatures who come down to do the work of satan himself. The story goes that two imps went to Lincoln, one started smashing tables and chairs up and even tripped a bishop up. An angel showed up and turned one of them into stone and you can see the Imp in the cathedral. Well we can't say we saw our creatures of Satan today...but I did look rough when I saw myself in the mirror. Mr Shiltonpig last came to Lincoln in 1991 when he was kne high to a grasshopper...well actually he was pretty tall even back then. However for some reason he cannot remember the cathedral. This is pretty shocking as the cathedral is surely one of the best in Europe....and trust us, we have seen a fair few of them. The cache is near the cathedral in a wall...but boy could we not find this thing...how many holes can one wall have?? Eventually after kneeling down (many must have thought we were

Simple things....please simple minds...

 praying) we found it and that was it. Lincoln is a pretty old city....even the Romans were here, they were looking for the nearest Pizza Hut. We couldn't find one either. One of the better caches of the day took us around a places and plaques where famous Lincolnshire people had been born. I'm sure one day there will be a plaque to celebrate where team Shiltonpig were born. It appears that a famous poet was born here such as the great man "Tennyson. However team Shiltonpig much prefer the poems that start "There was a young man from Peru"...much more at our level. Lol The cache however took us up and

Dr Shiltonpig I presume?

 around the whole of medieval Lincoln. Wow talk about hills in the centre...we have yet to find a hillier (is that even a word) city centre...plus you try pushing up a pushchair up a hill with a well fed Josh in it. An experience that we had to repeat many times today in search of some elusive caches. One took us to Joseph Banks conservatory the guy that made some voyages to Australia. Our journey just took us to a pretty little place called "The Lawn". The worst cache of the day was found on the outskirts of the city. It was well hidden and when Mr Shiltonpig opened it to sign the logbook, he found that someone had

House on a canal

 filled it with wee. And Mr Shiltonpig got it all over him...what a great feeling! And what a loser the man that had ever did that...Our journey took us to the Brayford Pool which is a natural lake used by the Romans and has the oldest working canal in the country dating back to before McDonalds arrived on these shores. (Foss Dyke). There is now a series of caches by this area alongside the restaurants and shopping centres. Lincoln is a great city and we really have enjoyed the few days here...but there is so much potential for caches in the area. The two remaining photos do not have a cache here and deserve one, in our humble opinion.

Do you know the way to Holland?

After completing an earth cache, which meant walking the length of the Brayford Pool, we made our to the west side of the city and did a couple of caches. We saw a large hedge in the shape of a pig and a cat. Pretty cool. And then on the way to the final cache of the day we came across Ellis windmill which is still in working order. Its only open 6 hours a week, and we amazingly found it open. And near closing time it was full...when I say full 5 other people were there, who were hogging the tour guides attention. Shame we needed some flour to make Joshs tea....oh well he would have to go hungry. There were so many little places in Lincoln that we took photos of...but this blog is only showing 5 of them. What a great place to spend some time...so small jungles, cathedrals with demons in, working mills and wee caches, all in the space of a few hours. Just another normal day in team Shiltonpigs life!