What ho,
Fired up the Jenks early doors and headed for the usual permission, deciding to go onto the pasture if the stubble was still there but to my relief it was gone. Further, and to my absolute delight, it had been ploughed for the third year running

The innings began in T20 style, with two of the first three targets being Roman coins. One was a half-decent barbarous radiate and the other just a mangled wreck, so not the best of coins, admittedly, but a cracking start which boded well for the rest of the day. Sadly, though, the run rate slowed to a crawl thereafter, with nothing of note coming up for the rest of that session nor the one after the gin break (the official one). Plenty of signals, mind, but they virtually all turned out to be lead, on or near the surface. However, the soil was dry and fluffy and I wasn't really expecting to find anything at any significant depth.
Having necked the last of the gin I set off on the final session with the strange expectation that something was going to happen to put a smile on my face before close of play. Sure enough, Great Aun't rubber foot came off and caused her to sink in the soft soil up to her hip



The good signals rolled in over the next hour or so, with a lot of ancient bronze partefacts clambering out of the ground at me. Then what i initially took to be the base of a shotgun cartidge morphed into an Edward III London halfpenny

There was also an odd find which at first I took to be a buckle part but when cleaned up it doesn't look to be. Got a lot of age to it, though.
All in all a cracking few hours spent on a field which has had new life breathed into it. Add that to perfect weather and soil you could push your spade into and it was one of those days you always wish for. Had a dreamy smile on the old boat race on the way home which even the realisation that we'd left Great Aunt stuck in the field and would have to go all the way back to fetch her couldn't dampen.
Pip pip
