As you will discover, one of these letters was a big fat FAIL, but we did enough in the other two, I think, to take up the slack.
We were a little bemused by the lump of sugar on the nose of the scapegoat statue in the great hall. I googled it when I got home - apparently a mischievous student placed the original sugarlump there back in 1919, and the tradition has been observed ever since - nice touch :)
The following day, we went Letterboxing. Or, at least, hybrid-letterboxing.
Letterboxes are very much like geocaches, in as much as they are waterproof containers hidden in remote locations for people to find, but they are found with maps and clues, not with a GPSr, and as such they pre-date geocaching by over a century.
As well as the standard log book, they also contain a rubber stamp, with which letterboxers can stamp their personal journal as a record of their visit.
Being a keen rubber stamper, then, you can imagine I have a particular interest in letterboxes – and their geocaching equivalent, the letterbox-hybrid geocache, which is found via GPS co-ordinates or a combination of co-ordinates and clues, but does contain the required rubber stamp. And L-fortnight seemed like a perfect excuse to go out and look for one.
Connor was at his dad’s, and I didn’t know when he would want picking up, so we couldn’t go too far afield - that made our decision for us, as there are only two letterbox-hybrids within 10 miles of Swindon, and they are both up on the Marlborough Downs. So the Downs it was (never sure why they are called Downs when they are high Up?)
|can you even spot Reece? :)|
|not sure who that posh house belongs to...|