Penultimate day, and a Treasure Hunt around Wymeswold and the surrounding area. Only eight or ten Minors but still a jolly good laugh, and I had a giggle by turning round and going back the way we’d come just to confuse the cars leaving behind me. All’s fair in love and treasure hunts, right? Since nobody was daft enough to be my navigator I was on me tod, and having the teardrop meant reversing to see the clue you just missed was a bit tricky, I was very pleased not to come last. Mind you, I was second to last, and only because someone refused to hand their paper in 
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For only the second time this year I left my camera at home, so for evidence you’ll have to settle for this quick snap I grabbed with my phone at the finishing point.
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