How I Became a Geocacher, and Why That’s Relevant to Current Events

Many years ago – nearly five, anyway – my chum with whom I was presenting a Hospital Radio show asked me if I’d ever heard of geocaching. I confessed I hadn’t, and over the next hour – in the boring bits while the records were playing – I heard all about it. It sounded like fun, so the next day I signed up for an account on, and promptly forgot all about it.

Ten months later, that same chum was involved in filming a TV programme about geocaching: The programme was called “Inside Out”, and in the process of filming, a cache – also called Inside Out – was placed. Remember that detail, it’ll become relevant in a paragraph or so. Meanwhile, I’d done nothing more with my geocaching account.

And then I finally got around to actually looking for a cache, although by now it was nearly a year after I’d first heard about the game/sport/obsession. I did a couple one weekend, then the following weekend did one owned by the chum who’d told me about it – which was Sarah, by the way. After a cup of tea to celebrate, at Bob and Sarah’s house, I went off and found a few more that day.

Now, almost four years after that first find, I’ve found 557 caches, but still not done Inside Out – which amazingly is still there. The other day one of my Raynet chums asked if I’d help his group with an event in Sussex, which would basically involve walking up a hill, having a bowl of soup and a hot dog, and walking back down again. Guess what – the route of the walk passes about a hundred yards away from Inside Out.

It’s got to be done really, hasn’t it? So that’s why I’ll be out tramping round the countryside while most people are having firework parties. The walk, by the way, is called “One in 9″, and is in aid of the Breast Cancer Unit at Chichester Hospital, so it’s all in a good cause :-)

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