Yesterday saw us driving over the Border on a cold, crisp morning. We’d decided to find a geocache in a comparatively remote part of the Borderlands, never anticipating what a bizarre cartographic experience it would be. We followed our usual routine of arming ourselves with our Landranger map and trusty GPS. But on arrival at GZ, there were huge discrepancies between the mapping and the features on the ground (and no, it wasn’t our navigational skills). After some head scratching we eventually found a parking place down an unmarked track and tramped off into the hills in search of tupperware
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