You say goodbye and I say hello

There was a cache meet arranged quite locally to us (12 miles or so) today so we thought we’d do a couple of caches and go and meet people. It was flipping cold, with the wind seemingly straight from the Arctic, although in the sunny intervals between the sleety showers it was quite pleasant. So we did – found the caches without any great difficulty, although signing the logbooks was tricky because our hands were so cold it was almost impossible to hold the pen. The cache meet was odd, though. The pub was bursting at the seams with obvious geocachers (the GPSs, travel bugs and printouts on every available surface gave the game away), some of whom were deep in conversation and others lurked shyly at the periphery. There was nobody we recognised from photos, so we bravely introduced ourselves to a couple of total strangers who politely responded then wandered off. So, chuckling to ourselves at the similarity between us and ‘someone’ who drove miles to meet strangers watch the dawn and then was too shy to actually take the plunge and say hello, we drank up and went away too.