testing our resolve to detect despite the pain
Me? I was lucky, I started on new land
It might have been hilly but was anything but bland.
Straight away it gave up silver of the post medieval type
A crooked sixpence, a forged shilling and even silver of the Elizabethan kind.
It even threw a bit of Tudor bling,
but then confused things with a pretend gold ring.
Old fields continued to share their spoils.
Lovely buckles and post medieval spoils.
I even unearthed another false ring before I eventually was given the real gold thing.
I found a four leaved clover in one lucky field. And then the silver really started to yield.
Then came lockdown and weeks of fear. It was silent and lovely though with nothing to hear.
There was nothing to do, with detecting off the cards,
and we were all lumbered with DIY in our yards.
The weather got hotter and detecting conditions were clear
but still we waited, our patience tested but clouded by fear.
At last things improved and we were set free.
We were allowed to roam but often had to escape to the shade of a tree
because it was hot and sunny and the fields were dry.
Our spades were useless no matter how hard we would try.
On a personal note the weeks of June were a bummer
but then hub was born in early summer.
Waifs and strays quickly came a flocking
and those that thought it was a mistake soon stopped mocking.
Small it may be but we all felt free.
But with rules so lax, how could that be?
Well treat everyone with respect and you soon get it back.
And with friends like ours that we didn’t lack.
As we mingled again, all be at a distance,
it wasn’t long before we we were separated again at the government’s insistence.
Finds continued to trickle but at no great speed
but we didn’t care because at least we’d been freed.
I had my first three silver day,
it was a time to celebrate as they took in the hay.
Another new field was as quiet as can be
but gave me a shilling, silver that I unearthed with glee.
I had a wish list that I’d written years before
A medieval pendant I said I’d adore.
I was blessed with one early on
and then another, before a third one.
Dagger pommels were another case,
I found one, then a second showed its face.
It was a similar story with trading tokens
one, then two were quickly found
then, as the rain returned, a third in the ground.
As the year came to a close again we were again sent indoors.
We threw our hands in the air and stamped out feet on the floors.
But was it so bad, this very weird year?
We have found our true friends who we now hold dear.
And one day we will be thankful for what we can do
And this place to read and share finds with each other - especially you.
Happy New Year
