Thank goodness that we can now just turn up at a National Trust location again, card in phone case for the car park machine again without all that pre-booking nonsense. A geocaching we went, though giving a Little Un the phone to find them is a bit hair pullingly stressful. so I slunk about in the undergrowth (nothing unusual there I hear you say) whilst the Commander in Chief did the hair pulling.
Just so happened that I was slunking right next to the cache. In built navigation skills, a sixth sense, call it what you will... it was in a decent container too and swapping of objects ensued. Little Uns chose balloons that lit up.