September 7 : Trackable GC Tags – GeoWoodstock XVI – Midnight Madness

During our walk over the South Downs Way bridleway to Eastbourne we found 4 trackables. The Geo Woodstock XVI was the first.

The trackable has two distinct parts – one of which is a metal car, stamped Hot Wheels underneath (though my recollection of Hot Wheels cars is that they were larger, more plasticky vehicles).

The second part, the tag, is a metal square which has the trackable number on it. The tag commemorates the Geocaching Giga event held in Woodstock, NY, USA in May 2018. The event was themed as a Roman Festival and many of the photos show cachers dressed in togas. This was just, JUST(!), a side event to a larger event happening in Woodstock; this smaller event lasted 4 hours (8-12pm) with over 2000 attendees and culminated in a large bonfire as the night got darker!

Surprisingly though, this trackable didn’t start its journey at the Woodstock event. It was first placed in a Colorado cache in August 2018, by a cacher who wasn’t at the Midnight Madness event. After visiting a few Colorado caches, it went into the neighbouring state of Arizona, before one final American cache in Florida. It then travelled across to Europe where it has spent most time in the UK.

The exception was a brief visit to Holland to visit the Keukenhof Gardens, and seeing the spectacular Spring colours.

In its journeys in the UK, the trackable has visited several caches in Bristol area, the Greenwich area of London and the Romney, Hythe and Dymchurch railway on the Kent/Sussex border (visiting the giant gravel spithead at Dungeness too).

So quite a varied set of locations for a trackable in its first year of travel nearly 8500 miles and 120 caches. Perhaps it does have hot wheels after all!

April 21 – Scrabble in Bristol, and Jacobs Wedding Cache

Hello, Mrs Hg137 here.

Easter, and off we went to Bristol for one of the big Scrabble tournaments of the year. Rather a smart venue – DoubleTree by Hilton Bristol South – www.cadburyhotelbristol.co.uk – and, being Easter, awash with weddings. When we weren’t playing Scrabble, we went out on the balcony, admired the view, and watched the weddings.

View from the hotel - the steel band wait for the wedding - and, no, that isn't a real cow!

View from the hotel – the steel band wait for the wedding – and, no, that isn’t a real cow!


In between the rather intensive Scrabble – 21 games between Saturday lunchtime and Monday afternoon – we sneaked off (twice) to hunt for a cache placed a few years ago by Jacob, a boy attending the wedding of his parents at the hotel. The cache was placed somewhere at the bottom of the long drive up the hill to the hotel. Our first attempt was a failure; we placed too much faith in the hint to the cache, not enough on the GPS, and gave up as the rain started to pelt down. We read all the logs from the previous cache finders and learnt that the hint wasn’t very accurate. Next day it was sunny, so we set off again, ignored the hint, followed the GPS and found the cache fairly quickly. The moral here is … ‘always trust the GPS’ …

And how did the Scrabble tournament go: badly. Mr Hg137 just scraped into the top division, had a torrid time, and finished last. I was rated as the top player in the next division down but didn’t quite play to my (theoretical) standard, and finished just outside the prize money. Ho hum.