The hunt for the Easter Egg.

There's talk of a legendary sweet - the chocolate egg, elusive morsels of goodness that shine with bright colours as though covered in a coating of melted jewels. From far and wide people desire for the sweet delectable substance in novelty form. Some say in this egg form they are covered in sprinkles, there have been sightings of them covered in nuts, some even go as far to say there may be an egg with smaller eggs inside. 

Yet they are kept hidden in far off lands beyond the reach of Google maps, under the protective watch of a mythical rabbit hell bent on spreading diabetes to those who let their sweet tooth lead them into his realm.

Many have hunted them in the past, some returned with epic tales of their quests for the eggs, whilst most fallen victim to the hunt. 

Despite all efforts it has been nearly a whole twelve months since anyone has last successfully even seen a chocolate egg. 

I wanted a taste of this chocolate action, I gathered my team and set out on a whim, my only lead being the whispers and rumours of their whereabouts.

Others are also on the hunt. Not all are willing to share such fortunes. 

They say there is no better time to hunt them than on an Easter Sunday, like a solstice or full moon, the eggs present themselves at certain times of the year and Easter marks their abundance. So along with my team we head out to find our treasure, hoping to avoid the rabbit known as the Easter bunny and his toothy grin.

Sometimes the team's looking too hard ...