Some ten years ago my husband retired and needed a hobby to get out of the house, and from under my feet. No doubt gardening and housework was also on his mind. Many years before we had bought a cheap detector for our young sons and it was because of this that the idea of detecting came about.
So for his birthday I bought him a detector, he was overjoyed, and joined Mold Historical Search Society. More time for me now [shopping and more shopping!].
Every time he came back from detecting I would ask:
…have you found anything? Anything interesting? Anything at all??
A year passed and all I had seen were strange bits of slag, lead, iron and odd bits of farm machinery. I was told good bits are rare, coins are rarer and treasure? – forget it. So I issued a challenge – I could do better! I will find silver and treasure. Easy. The challenge was accepted and a detector purchased. The rest, as they say, is history.
I joined the club, got involved on the committee for a time and set out to ensure that I generally got the better of my husband. I am hooked, well and truly. The thrill of a signal – even if you know that most times your find will be ‘rubbish’ – is infectious.
I love it and cannot wait for the next dig!