Urged on by some of the fantastic finds of late I deceided to hit the beach today. Plumped for a small, little known local beach (free parking) down the sand, checked out the rocky out- crop and round it to Marros. Shock horror, loads of sand. O.K. double back and hit Pendine. I've never seen so much water on the beach when the tides out. Not many signals worth digging and when I did dig I was under water so I headed back up to dryer (and deeper) sand.
2 fishing weights, 1 cut throat razer, 2 wierd bits of aluminium and a new Makeral thingy later and I was a bit fed up. My feet were soaking wet and cold and I thought 'I'm going home'. Coffee and a Chocolate Muffin seemed a great idea.
On my way to the top of the beach a lady approached me and asked what detector I'd got as she was thinking of getting one. I duly volunteered a try out for her up on the grass by the cars. By now her Nephews had joined us. She swung the detector, got a good signal and they, under instruction, started to dig. Thats when it went horribly wrong. Another Lady approached, followed by a younger one and said 'I'm going to pretend I can't see you intending to dig that hole'. We all looked at her a bit none pulsed and said we were going to fill it in after.
Well thats not quite the point, she said. Well the whole point was, she was a National Trust Warden and we were on National Trust property.ARGH
Not only that but it is an SSI site. OMG. I didn't know.
She said she wasn't TOO bothered about the beach, not that one anyway. I said I had a licence, she said it didn't really matter as it didn't cover this beach. OMG again.
I think it's time to give up before I get locked up. Still, I did make a new friend.
Val