Digging for treasure

 

I’ve become utterly fascinated lately with a tv show called River Hunters.  It's been out for a while but I'm never on top of what's on the telly.... I suspect my fascination for it stems from a failed childhood ambition to become an archaeologist.   The basic premise of River Hunters is that over the years we have searched battle sites and castle grounds with metal detectors, but never the rivers and lakes on which they sit.  It's a wonderful show, although the amount of modern rubbish they pull out is rather maddening.


Anyway, as we’ve not got out much lately, Steve and I purchased a waterproof metal detector to see what if anything was around the pond.   As I've said before we know the pond has been here many hundreds of years, is there anything in it?  Whilst we can't get into the depths we can look at the banks and the shallow edges!

We had a quick outing with it tonight and immediately it started to squeak. The excitement was unbearable, I dug and saw something glinting in the sunlight.  Thrilling!  Ok, so a Sprite can, circa 1990's isn't the treasure I'd hoped for, but I was impressed that the first little squarks this detector gave did actually point to something in the ground.

Unfortunately all we found from last nights brief excursion was rubbish leftover from the building of the houses, the can, probably a part of a builders lunch, and several bits of copper piping.  But do you know what, it was fun.  Once we've worked our way around the pond and found the rest of the builders lunch we might take it for a walk along the beach perhaps.  I can see many hours of entertainment from this, sadly I dont forsee much in the way of treasure.



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