Once she arrived at the location, Charlotte double checked the coordinates once more. This was the spot. She didn’t see anything strange around her. Green grass, acorns here and there, a forgotten pile of dog poop… typical things you find in the park.
Underneath a large oak tree, Charlotte puts the shovel in the grass. Despite her age, she was still quite fit, so a bit of physical labor wasn’t going to deter her. Thankfully there was no one else in the park… she would have surely gotten some weird looks.