What ho,
I'm sure we've all heard about how a positive attitude can result in decent finds turning up, no matter how bad the innings starts off. After two total, utter, complete duffers of an innings, the third was shaping up pretty much the same and at the (official) gin break I'd had enough. Positive attitude, be damned - it wasn't working and the situation needed sorting before the machine got snapped in half, probably over someone's (Jenkins's) head

So I took a deep breath and, (after making sure nobody was looking, natch) yelled at the field . Loudly. Something along the lines of, "Get a damned grip. I don't want your poxy lead, and even less your foil, so sort it." Then the well-trodden management-speak of, "You're letting me down, you're letting the other fields down, and worst of all..." (you know the rest). In short, I gave the field a damned good verbal thrashing.
It worked. Next signal, I kid you not, was a Roman coin. Ok, it was in an even worse state than usual, but it was a decent find, as was the snotty sestertius which followed shortly after. Neither are identifiable (no change there, then) but at least I was giving the scorer something to do. Things were definitely on the up and while nothing much of note came up thereafter, shortly before close of play a nice little buckle popped up. I didn't pay it much attention, to be honest, as it had a modern-ish look to it but when cleaned up it proved more interesting.
What grabbed my attention was the size of the pin holes which are relatively huge and the frame is widened to accommodate the large pin. Rather than the usual flat profile it has a nicely-shaped profile, too, so I decided to look into it before lobbing it into the buckle bin and it turns out to be what's known as a "locking" buckle dating to the C14th. Never heard of the things before, let alone found one, so a large snifter was in order by way of celebration.
Here's a fuller version:
So it goes to show that getting bolshy with a field can work as well as trying to appease it with the usual pleading and offerings of sandwich crust and/or the odd Hula Hoop. So go on - get stroppy and cuss at it. You might be pleasantly surprised but you will definitely feel better.

Pip pip
