22-Jul-2001 -- Ed and Alex Whyte and I (Charlie Blount... their uncle and driver) set off from Ledbury armed with a 1:50,000 Ordnance Survey map, some c.1:10,000 maps from
www.streetmap.co.uk, a Garmin eTrex and a digital camera. We passed through Hereford and along small lanes towards the Welsh border.
Rather new at this game we got ourselves well confused by the non-decimal nature of degress and minutes but after some beautiful detours we descended on the village of Michaelchurch Escley.
We were worried by restrictions imposed by the foot and mouth outbreak but found the designated spot only 100m off a single track lane across ungrazed pasture. The absence of livestock and warning notices... plus the open gates and deserted hillside gave us a sense that we would not cause offence by our brief excursion.
Without a compass we spent some time wandering in circles, closing in on the magical 52-00-00N 03-00-00W but not long after 1705 hours we found the spot. On the breeze we could just hear the sound of leather on willow (ball on bat... for the uninitiated) of a cricket match taking place on the village green a few hundred metres across fields to our north.
We felt like pioneers and vowed that the confluence would not be our last.