Wandering Round the Reservoir
Well we were up at my folks house and it was quite nice weather for April. We’d done parkrun in the morning at Conkers. In the evening we had a night out to celebrate their third birthday. 
That left us with a whole sunny afternoon to fill up. So we headed over to the Foremark Reservoir for a bit of ambling through nature, hunting for tupperware, and eating ice creams.
For the first hour or so after we set off the kids were great. They were rushing ahead to look for caches, taking photos, arguing with each other about who was holding Kas’s hand or who should be carrying her handbag, general kid stuff like that. And we made quite good progress on our walk out from the car park.
Things slowed down a little on the way back, but to be honest, the kids were still being quite keen.
Near Failure
There was an entertaining moment when we walked down onto a beach. Our caching was thwarted (or so I thought) by a bunch of people doing a magazine photo shoot. They were right underneath where I thought we needed to be, which was a bit annoying. But eventually we walked back up off the beach and around the small rocky cliff that the GPS was pointing to, and it turned out the cache was amongst some trees above the photo models and they could neither see nor hear me from where I needed to be, so that was OK.
About three quarters of the way around the circuit we passed the car park and cafe again. We decided to take our ice cream break before finishing. This proved to be a good move as it perked the kids up a bit ready for the last half mile of walking and 3 caches. Towards the end I left the girls in the play park for a few minutes while I tried (and failed) to find the last couple of caches. And then we went home again.
Afters
All in all a pleasant afternoon of general tupperware-based time-wasting with the family.
On the way home from Foremark Reservoir we stopped for a couple of Church Micro geocaches, as one does. One of them was in the village of Ticknall, home of the famous Ticknall Treacle Mines, and the other was in Hartshorne – the church famously used as a model when designing the double-four in dominoes – or so my paternal grandfather used to try to convince us. Personally, I couldn’t see the resemblance.
