I had a few hours to spare this morning, so headed towards Barry to see if any of the sand had shifted following the recent winds and rain.
On arrival, apart from a Hen Doo - (who promptly stripped to their bikinis and ran through the rain into the sea for all of 20 seconds
) I had the beach to myself!
First thing I noticed was that the area in front of the numbers on the wall was significantly lower, and appeared to have been mechanically moved in places. Thinking this looked promising I hit it for a while, but bizzarely nothing of age came out.
I then headed to my normal spot where I often find pre 47 silver nearly ever time I visit. This was completely sanded over!
Resulting in nothing of note.
I then hit the high to low tide middle area that was a sea of worm spirals - at least the Rag were enjoying the weather!
I made a quick call to Jaydogg who was planning on meeting me there and told hime to forget it - I was going home as it was tipping down.
Now I know we have all heard "the back to the car storys" before, but I was literally 10 feet away from the slope to the promenade and dug a sweet silver signal vowing it would be my last bottle top of the day.
What do you know it turned out to be a milled silver coin. I had never seen a milled this small before, but could clearly make out a Young Head Victoria on one side. I secreted it in my pocket and headed home.
On looking in Spink it turned out to be a Colonial issue three Halfpence dating between 1838 and 1862 - bit of a clean up need later for the date. I was well stoked to say the least.
I gave my other finds a rinse and found what I thought to be a penny to be a USA cent and I also have a cruded coin shape thingy to reveal later as for all the world it sounds silver under the Explorer.
What a weird day!
Neil
