Sunday 1st April
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Filed under: Detecting Diary, My Diary — Norfolk Wolf
I never even realised it was going to be April fools day when my friend John invited me out for a days detecting on Sunday, but that’s what it turned out to be in detecting terms as well!
No-one has ever accused me of being an “early bird”, I like my kip and to get up early in the morning even to go detecting can pose problems at times. However there I was on the road early doors Sunday morning, why is it when you’re running late, you get stuck behind a couple of “Dan Archers” on their tractors? Well what’s quarter of an hour or so between mates? Anyway after muttered “mornings” we slung our gear into his van, he had phoned the farmer in advance and away we zoomed. This crackin’ site was 12 mile away, after about 9 miles he suddenly realised that he had left his spade behind! “Golly gosh”, or words not even remotely similar issued forth. “Well gee whiz, how remiss of me” I will have to find something when we get there as I’m ***definitely not going*** back! Don’t sit on the fence John, say what you mean.
Anyway we got there a few minutes later and— the locks on all the gates had been changed to combination ones. Did we give up? Did we hell! Driving around trying to find a gate with a lock that our key would fit, we eventually came to this open gate albeit with the new combination lock. Our luck was changing, or so we fleetingly thought. The field we wanted was a couple of fields further on, behind a stand of trees, but it would be just our luck to get on the field and someone locks the gate and then we would be up the proverbial creek. “Let’s go back to yours’ pick up the spade and try that site in the wood, it’s only another 20 mile or so” (as the crow flies). Anyhow, 2 ½ hours after I first got to his house, we are sitting slurping the caffeine and filling our lungs with a sizable slug of nicotine on the outskirts of the wood.
John would be using his Goldmaxx Power, so I elected to give the Adventis a go, with both of us using the 9inch coils. This site had turned up Roman, Saxon and Medieval before, so we hoped to rescue something of the day. Rescue turned out to be the operative word, only it was me needing it. Being a country boy I can go along with most animals, but there’s one critter that really spooks me and that is a snake. If see one, I don’t bother about introductions, I leg it!
John called out to me “look what I’ve found”, expecting something nice I went over. He had found this snake and was prodding it with his coil (I couldn’t see the snake at that point). This had the effect of pissing that reptile off big-time and it slithered away at a fair rate of knots, straight towards me! I let out a yell and there I was, gone; legging it for all I was worth, I’d only got short boots on, for Christ’s sake. Blast did John laugh. About an hour later, I found a snake of my own, curled up and flicking it’s tongue at me. Was it an adder or a harmless grass snake? Well seeing as I’ve never got around to speaking their lingo I wasn’t about to ask.
That about did me for the day.
What about finds? I can almost hear you say.
Bugger all.