The Lost and The Found

Yesterday I checked out the Dunster cache as there has been quite a lot of 'press' focussed on the little village of late. All the noise is about the removal of certain cobbles to lay some natural stone which will make the path smoother for all who walk upon them.

It has taken the village 10 years to get a single pavement changed and a lot of negotiations with the Exmoor National Park and villagers alike, but that's another story all together. The post I am writing today was about the loss of the little box hidden in the flower beds of (oops nearly let it out - top secret place!) When I passed yesterday I thought I should just check if it was still there and no!! it was gone!! With all the building works around and the general upheaval I thought there was a possibility of it disappearing and yes it had vanished. Possibly gone to that great land fill in the sky, to be lost forever.

I asked in the pub if the gardener had taken it but no, and they knew all about it so wouldn't have thrown it away. All those signatures and comments from all the walkers over the past year or two,

So I quickly bought a new box and prepared it ready for hiding again this morning, but as I passed through the village I thought I should ask the workmen who are still hard at laying York stone. There is an odd embarrassment when trying to explain what the box is, but finally I think I have cracked it. I say, I hid a box in the flower beds and have you seen it? 

Is it the one with the little book? 

Yes I said, 'well it's in the office, we thought it was some time capsule and were going to bury it some where else!'

Found. Brilliant.

So I dug a better hole this time (with full permission of course), and popped it back in it's place ready for the next visitor.

But the crazy bit was as I was popping the box back a man was walking across the new paving slabs and he tripped! Not badly, more of a stumble really but even so, got to chuckler