A failed MOT spelled the death knell for the “German Bobsleigh”. The old BM was definitely showing its 11 years. My friend John (our ex next door neighbour and whose car repair business maintains the beast) indicated next years bill would be considerably higher so J and I decided enough was enough.
Once again I had to make my apologies and cancel my walking trip with Sheila (Clova) as J and I set out on a quest for a new car. The Fatdog still had to be walked first however so I decided that FD and I would go to Callander Park in Falkirk for a geocaching dogwalk.
We ambled southwards from the car park, deep into the tall trees, to look for a cache near the old creepy mausoleum. Daubed in graffiti to unexplained heights this Victorian relic is a sad reflection of the Falkirk Area- a glass and plastic littered wasteland created by the great unwashed. The debris of muppet youth was everywhere around the old walled enclosure, an obvious meeting point for the current generation’s waste of fresh air.
We found the cache easily and then set the bearing for the next one. Ten minutes later we had lost the signal…more strictly speaking we had lost the GPS. Gone!
I covered the route 4 times in 2 visits to the park that day and another trip tonight but there was no sign of it. Phone calls to the Police, Callander House, the Kiosk and the Golf facility have failed to turn up the missing piece of kit.
I’m now on Amazon!