So this morning we returned in the sunshine with no one around to try again. Tree, lamp post, tree, juniper bush . . .
Those junipers are prickly smelly buggars, but Bob manage to find the treasure actually IN the bush, not underneath like I had assumed.
Those junipers are prickly smelly buggars, but Bob manage to find the treasure actually IN the bush, not underneath like I had assumed.
So ensconced in the car, we traded stamps. This one actually has already filled up one little log book of letterboxers, so there's a second to look through.
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