But on Tuesday I met up with a couple of club members. Admittedly I was late, but part of the reason (OK since when have I needed a reason to be late?
After a few words with them in the field I spotted a single stalk of maize that had survived the harvest on the brow of the bank which seemed to be calling me so headed towards it. Halfway there I had a lovely signal which turned out to be a nice Edward VII 1902 shilling.
Although I searched that area for a while it seemed to be a lone coin, so I continued to the maize stalk with no joy. From there I headed to the valley at the far side of the field where I found a musket ball.
Its also where a combination of age, heat which I can not handle and lack of fitness caught up with me. It is also where the single brain cell kicked into action and I realised that if you walk all the way across one of the largest fields the club has access to then to get back to the car you have to walk the same distance back to the car
As a bonus I called at a pub close to the dig on the way back, around my way all the "pubs" concentrate on food so you get a funny look if not eating and staff are either busy running around or heads in mobiles (do not get me started
Sorry not the best quality photos. Additionally a very gentle rub also confirmed my fear that I had nicked the shilling
