I spent last Saturday on a Treasure Hunt for a friend's 50th birthday. Dan, me and our friend Catherine from city choir set out at the rather early hour of 0830 from Birmingham to the starting point behind the beautiful Abbey in Tewkesbury. After picking up 10 pages of directions, questions and instructions (I'm not exaggerating) along with 19 other teams, we got back in the car and started out. To be honest, I was a bit apathetic initially but then suddenly got fiercy competitive and decided that we were in this to win. So on we travelled, passing through some simply stunning villages in the Worcestershire and Gloucestershire countryside. I hasten to add that I suggested on more than one occasion to Dan that I wouldn't mind living in a £1 million house in the Cotswolds but he just pretended not to hear me and claimed to be focusing on driving the car.
Around 80 miles and 8 hours later, we reached our destination point, a lovely pub in Beckford. We prided ourselves on the fact that we'd answered every question, hadn't argued on any of the answers (well, maybe one or two!) and had had a thoroughly good time (We particularly enjoyed seeing the nuns and the Mad Hatter's tea party - but that's another story entirely!) In the evening was the prizegiving. We'd found out that we'd scored 88 overall; not bad we thought but probably not enough to be in the top three.
Wrong, we won the competition.....................and all because of Dan's duck throwing abilities! Let me explain: One of the tasks whilst stopping in Broughton-on-Water was to throw a plastic duck into the river. The quicker the duck, the more points you scored. So in the end, even though there were two teams that scored the highest mark of 88, Dan's duck was by far the quickest thereby making us winners - quack, quack. We even have a medal on the side in the lounge to prove it.
Such good fun.