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A day which was to be a trip to the local park turned into an expedition as we realised how close the hashpoint was to where we were (about 5km). We packed a box (the 'Emergency Fun Box') with a picnic, grabbed a football and, after a brief stop at the park, headed off to a small road, past the Felix Hotel, and parked up to follow a public footpath through some trees to the field.
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This was our first geohashing expedition, and we're really lucky it was so easy. A concrete path led out to the middle of the field. We stopped a few metres short of its end and put the football at the point that our sophisticated GPS technology (our phones) said it was. We wondered if the previously-active Cambridge graticule would contain people willing to come out to such a convenient hashpoint, but none arrived. We ate Yoyo Bears, drank lemonade and played football.
  
 
== Tracklog ==
 
== Tracklog ==

Revision as of 19:17, 17 August 2014

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Location

A field, ploughed with straw, just south of the A14. The hashpoint was a few metres off a very convenient concrete path.

Participants

Plans

There were no plans. We realised the hashpoint was very close with about 90 minutes to spare. We packed a picnic and lept into action.

Expedition

A day which was to be a trip to the local park turned into an expedition as we realised how close the hashpoint was to where we were (about 5km). We packed a box (the 'Emergency Fun Box') with a picnic, grabbed a football and, after a brief stop at the park, headed off to a small road, past the Felix Hotel, and parked up to follow a public footpath through some trees to the field.

This was our first geohashing expedition, and we're really lucky it was so easy. A concrete path led out to the middle of the field. We stopped a few metres short of its end and put the football at the point that our sophisticated GPS technology (our phones) said it was. We wondered if the previously-active Cambridge graticule would contain people willing to come out to such a convenient hashpoint, but none arrived. We ate Yoyo Bears, drank lemonade and played football.

Tracklog

Photos

Achievements