Apparently she needs funding for patching up her rubber bladder which has sprung a leak and if she can find a market for demented old biddies with various and varied ersatz body parts then good luck to her, I say. But I digress...What ho,
Managed to fire up the Jenks and get out for the first time in, oh ages. I decided to let the ground dry out a bit and this proved a good decision as while there was still a lot of water on the fields, there was a goodly supply of dry(ish) soil
It was simply a joy to be out again and the wet, compacted soil was giving super-crisp signals.The first diggable signal turned out to be a blank bag seal and shortly afterwards a sad-looking Constantius II coin came up. I was particularly pleased with this as, although it was in a sorry state (as virtually all my ancient bronze coins are) it was of the "fallen horseman" reverse type which I hadn't found before. Not a bad start at all, and a Carausius bronze in half-decent nick turned up just before the first drinks break.
A belter of a start to the innings but, in truth, nothing else turned up during the rest of it other than a bit of silver which for all the world looks like a cut quarter but which is probably just a cut quarter-shaped piece of something else. It, like Great Aunt lately, is entirely naked and without a shred of detail on it whatsoever. Maybe it is a particularly smooth coin but I don't think so.
The muscles in me old legs, me back and me right bicep gave me right proper gyp for a couple of days, but by Gor it was worth it
Pip pip
