Hi to all at Detecting Wales

[Mrs Steptoe]

Hi Val,
          Thanks for asking.Made a start on a couple of fields,lovely flat pasture with huge old oaks.Looked promising ,but sadly nothing.Thought my detector was on the blink,it was so quiet.Just for something to do I dug an iron signal which turned out to be a horseshoe.I offered it to Hercules,but he said it was too small and where were the other three anyway?
Still,the sun was shining,the birds were singing and I had a flask of tea and a currant bun.There's always another day and another field(loads more to try).
Just hope nobody has already wiped it clean.
            Mrs.S.

[Val Beechey]

Well I had the opposite, again, today. Been waiting to get into this field since last year. So busy it nearly wore out my detector. Unfortunately busy, busy with iron and hot rocks.
After wasting an hour yesterday digging up that stew pot I thought I'd better make an all out effort today. When I got there I discovered my line of approach was cut off by 20 very enthusiastic yearling bullocks so had to navigate around and through another field and then climb over sheep net and 2 strands of barbed wire. Managed to snag my jeans on the way over but hey it adds to the ambiance. By now I was warm. Half  an hour in and I was perspiring (ladies don't sweat do they) so I ended up having to carry shovel and waist coat.
Got to the bottom of the field and turned to go back. OMG it looked like Mount Everest so I puddled around down the bottom end for and hour or so.
I was rewarded with 1 shoe buckle, 1 horse buckle, the holdy bit of a dart, lengh of copper wire, shot gun cap, 2 funny looking thingies, pipe olive, spoon handle, small bit of lead white with age and my 1st bit of clay pipe and numerous bits of aluminium. Not a Roman in sight and tis field is next door to a Roman road.
All in all not bad for me. Then I had to face the detour back up mount Everest and over the barbed wire. Told you some of us were excentric, didn't I. I think we must be mad.

Val

[Val Beechey]

P.S. Who's Hercules

[Mrs Steptoe]

I'm sure we're all mad!
I was thinking,(dangerous,I know)-is there a patron saint or pagan god of metal detectorists?Y'know,a benign force to invoke when you put your spade in for the millionth hinge of the day hoping this will be 'The One'.Who will grant patience and dignity when the farmer sucks his teeth, scratches his head and informs you that you are the 5th/10th/20th detectorist to tell him that they haven't found anything on his land.To lend wings to leaden legs when for the first time Ever you have left the spare batteries in the car which is by now half a mile away and your detector has just beeped in distress,sighed and gone to sleep.
That sort of thing.
'Arold says we already have one-Saint Jude,the patron saint of lost causes.Ha-blinking-Ha.
Hercules is the horse that pulls the totting cart-geddit? I know,I live in a parallel fantasy world sometimes.It helps.
Going for lunch with friends in Ludlow tomorrow and cheekily taking the Minelab.They have an old orchard and a couple of fields,so why not?The others can sit drinking their g and t's and I'll provide the entertainment.
Keep the faith,
                        Mrs.S.

[Val Beechey]

Give my regards to Ludlow. Thats where I moved from.

Didn't I say something about being mad. In my defence I will say that was before detectors.

I don't know who the Gods might be but I always ask for thier kindness when I start. Good luck in the orchard.

Val

[rjm]

Lovely place, Ludlow.

You'll do well digging after a big dinner. Good Luck!

[TheLoveDoc]

hiya Val ....... welcome to dw.com,   

[Val Beechey]

Thats a belated welcome LoveDoc but thanks all the same.

The thread is MrsSteptoe

Val

[Mrs Steptoe]

rym,you're not wrong.Never mix pleasure with metal detecting.
After a well-oiled lunch I decided to attack the orchard first,but was soon joined by the young master of the house and his six mates who were staying the week-end.They followed my every move so yours truly ended up giving them a Masterclass on the finer points of metal detecting(what do I know?) and then of course they all wanted a go.When it was obvious after twenty minutes they weren't going to dig up a box of gold coins or,better still,a finely honed sword and matching set of armour they slouched back to their Magners and zombie vampire dvds. 8)What with Mildred the resident sheep orchard lawn mower deciding to get friendly and the now gathering cold and gloom I decided to call it a day and go inside to see if there was any pudding left.
I'll be going back after the Easter hols and have been promised the place to myself and Mildred   in the stable.Watch this space.

[Mrs Steptoe]

Sorry-rjm

[dances with badgers]

high and welcome aboard .mike

[duggypuggy]

Welcome Mrs.Steptoe,
This is a great site and a good laugh.
There are some intelligent people on here and we even have HENRY V111 (Richard 16.5 dd) who can cure a womans headache.
Happy Times
regards
Doug

[Mrs Steptoe]

Having a new driveway laid-after the workmen went home after digging up tons of concrete I got the dekkie out and went over the soil.How sad is that?
Went to the farm to get my fix and dug up one pot leg and assorted coins(mostly modern).
Counted up £5.63. Better than nothing!
'Arold can get 'is own tea,I'm off dahn the 'Skinner's Arms'.

[EMU Ex Minelabuser]

Welcome Welcome Welcome Mrs Steptoe did you once have a bloody miserable relative that was in the scrap trade !!! LOL
big welcome to the forum
Darren

[Mrs Steptoe]

Yeah,Emu,a dirty ole man called Albert. Miserable git!