Al (Deadlock) made the long trek down to Somerset today to try his luck on a couple of fields. We met up at 8.30 and a quick drive found us on field no.1, well it didn't take him long
as within what must of been only 15 minutes, out of the corner of my eye I saw him approaching wearing a (cat that got the cream) grin and holding his arms aloft.
It was a sickening sight!
And the reason was a lovely Eddy/Henry halfpenny, not sure which one as I was too busy looking for a bucket to be sick into
Yes I know the obverse is out of focus, but I was crying at the time.
My reply was pitiful to say the least and came in the form of a pewter dogs head, probably a Bulldog or Pug which limits it's age no no older than the 16thC and I would say probably 18th.
(still crying
)
Well the next few hours were only notable because of their lack of finds, OK we had the usual smattering of old coppers and Al found two post 47 sixpences about a meter apart, but other than a 14th-15thC buckle (in nice condition) that I got at the heady depth of 1/2 inch, nothing else of note surfaced.
Honest those aren't my fingers, they're gloves OK
So it was on to field no.2 and a field that I know contains Roman goodies.............well, OK, one or two odds and ends.
Now I was getting a feeling of deja vu as I saw "him" once again heading in my direction
this time armed with a small silver St Christopher, only marked as silver so late 20thC but a nice find all the same.
(just sniffling by now)
Now it was my turn but all a bit late, with first a buckle that may well be Roman in origin, then a Roman grot.
OK, is it my fault the camera likes my legs?
And as if perfectly timed, as we reached the top of the field for the final time and with the light fading it began to drizzle, but it couldn't dampen what had been a great day out. Rematch! Rematch! Bring it on
Strange the beauty you can find when staring in to a cow pat.
