A few steps here, a few steps there and we still couldn’t find it. Due to an already used GPS device waypoint, Nik almost sent us 127km out of the way to find the treasure, but, in the end, find it we did. Another weekend, another geocache, although this time we took Ean and Vicki on their first. Mum and Bart where there with us at Pakefield church, too, but we let the younger two of our party do all of the work. Well, almost all.
As well as treasure, there were sheep. Two, to be exact, sleeping in a fenced off area next to the gravestones at the western end of the churchyard. The woolly pair had the run of the eastern tip of the church’s grounds, too, which was where there straw-filled house was nestled, quite rightly resembling a mini manger. I don’t know how long they’ve been there, but I never knew that the churchyard had live residents, even if they are members of the bovidae family.
Before our treasure-seeking and windy cliff walk, we enjoyed our lunch (Bart and Vicki even had Lobster Thermidor) at The Third Crossing restaurant at Haven Marina, watching the boats bob and up down on the inlet, masts chinking in the low wind while the jetty swayed in the low swell. Cards and yet more hot cross buns followed the rendezvous at the church, and although Bart isn’t quite yet winning at ‘Palace’ (the polite name), he’s getting there.
He certainly did better than on Sunday night, where we think he worked out that no strategy is possibly better than one at all..
Tags: Dining Out, Journal, Suffolk