... but I wasn't snoring. I went out in the cold driving rain to have another look for Upton Circular 11, oh and also to go have a pint of Abbott at the White Hart!
The previous logs had me wondering if I had missed a doll with a wobbly head or something but I eventually figured out where the cache was.
By now it was absolutely tipping it down and I was drenched, as were the dogs, so I pocketed the cache and headed up to the pub whereupon I signed the log surreptitiously at the bar whilst drying out and supping my pint of Abbott.
20 minutes later I was off out into the maelstrom once more and a quick replacement of the cache before heading home.