TheLucocks

- the 7year old has lost his bouncy ball is a good one (except when he then shouts out 'no I didn't!' - generally we pretend to be taking close up photos of flowers or bits of bark/logs/Walls/dirt for a photography project

I would have thought a thread like this would have been started but couldn't see one so thought I'd start one anyway We've not been caching long and have quite a few stories to tell whilst cache hunting! Once I went for a cache that we approached from the wrong side and ended up climbing up the side of a MASSIVE hill, climbing a tree to get to the top of the hill, walking round n circles for ages following the gps, finally finding the cache then realising I hadn't a clue where I was and more importantly how to get back to my mum who was waiting at the bottom in the car. I walked round and down the hill for about an hour as the sun started to go down (bearing inn mind it was thick English woodland) and my phone ran out of power... Started to get really scared when suddenly a jogger past by (the only person I'd seen in about 2 hours) and directed me the right way back. Phew! Another time we walked for about an hour down to a riverside, about a mile away from any real road and were within 10ft of the cache when my mum suddenly declared that her "world was going black" as she has diabetes and her blood sugars had got low. We had to abandon our search and start back- she'd forgotten to bring anything with her. Half way back I was worried she wasn't going to make it back to the car where there was sugar tablets, an ambulance couldn't reach us and I ended up going up to strangers walking past asking " have you got any chocolate, it's an emergency!" obviously it was a bit scary at the time but now we think it is hilarious that it just seemed to passing strangers that we were desperate for chocolate (she was fine btw) Finally the best one was our first cache we did on our own after being introduced to geocaching- we parked up and went and found it, got back to the car and a minute later I got pulled over by the police (never been pulled over before). They made me sit in the back of the police car and explain what I was doing. I had to explain that me (20year old degree student) and my 50 year old mother were out treasure hunting... Apparently there'd been a spate of metal robberies and the thieves park where we'd parked when they go out to nick stuff. So they'd followed us and pulled us over to check who we were and what we were doing. Thank god they had a sense of humour... So funny and a great story to tell for our first caching experience! Would love to hear other fun stories Happy Caching!

We went out to find a cache a couple of months ago in a small town called Frodsham. It was placed in a wall somewhere next to a car park which you had to pay for and seen as how we just wanted to do a cache and dash we pulled up in the car park and mummy Lucock stayed with the car whilst I went for a quick look at the wall. Immediately some old fella came up and asked us whether we'd paid yet (I hadn't even got out of the car at this point, don't know how he'd expected us to pay by then) My mum did her usual act of pretending to be a stupid female driver who has got lost and asked him if he knew the way to Tarporley (another town nearby that you get to by literally following the road we were on). He spent about 10 minutes trying to explain to my mum the directions (completely wrongly) whilst I tried to look for the cache inconspicuously as he was stood so close. My mum got out a map as he was struggling and then he spent a further 10 minutes showing her how to get there (wrongly again). Finally my mum got rid of him by saying "I'm sure we'll find it, thanks for the help" and he wandered off. We quickly found the cache and got back in the car to leave and had driven to the exit when he came and knocked on the car window having gone and got his own map and spent another 15 minutes (it felt like a decade) explaining to us again- WRONGLY- how to get there! We know he was only trying to help but we ended up wishing we'd just bought a bloody car park ticket! It became a running joke for the rest of the day whilst we were gcing that we needed to get to Tarporley and after a long day (involving me getting lost up a mountain on my own with a dead phone and gps) we got home and there popped up a new cache published in Tarporley. We went and got the FTF on it ( our very first ftf). We want to nominate him for being a pain in the backside who wasted alot of our time, but a very funny pain in the backside who gave us a laugh for the rest of the day