Is this furkling going to work?

Been trying out the actual geocache business myself. I now have 7 finds to my name, which means that soon I'll be on my first milestone of 10 finds (and Stephen was right when he said I would turn into some sort of nerd/anorak)! I've also had a few that I couldn't find. And then there was the one I did after giving a talk for work, so I was in a skirt! I thought I'd try and fit in a quick one on the way home and found myself furkling in the undergrowth amongst knee high nettles. There I was mincing about trying to avoid getting stung and thinking 'Will this furkling about really work?' Needless to say, I was unsuccessful at finding the cache, so will have to try again.

So far I've taken a friend from back home with me and she seemed quite keen on the idea. She likes a little walk now and then, and thought this treasure hunting idea would be a nice additional twist. Then I took another lot of friends who were visiting us, a family of four with a pushchair, gave the 5 year old the GPS device and told her she was in charge. Oh, the power!! 'You can't walk in front of me because I'm the leader' became quote of the day - sounds a bit like the sort of thing we say to God: 'Follow me, I'm in charge of my life and if you could just fit in with my plans, O Creator of the Universe, and not interfere, that would be really helpful.' They enjoyed themselves and were found checking out the website later on. I explained my plans to both of these sets of friends, and they think it could catch on (nettle rash more than anything else, I think).

Then my charity shop manager asked me what I was doing this weekend, and wrote down the geocaching website address to check it out for herself. It's in the bag!

So the upshot of all this is: it seems converting people to geocaching is easy. Converting them to Jesus will be another matter! Well at least I'm getting some sermon illustrations in the process and enjoying the Norfolk scenery and wildlife - on my last cache today I walked past a quail and her family of 6 new-born babies (quailettes?), they were embedded in the hedgerow and the babies were no bigger than the top of my thumb - wished I'd had my camera. Been watching too much Springwatch obviously.