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Two Digs

8 Feb

On Tuesday the 3rd February, I went out briefly on my second permission (officially Dig II.1) to search some earth disturbed by an earthmover. I only detected for about an hour and a half, and I found an old buckle but nothing else of note.

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Today I went on a Blues dig in Cumnor. More buckles, and I tried out the Go Detect iPhone app for the first time. It’s brilliant! It runs GPS in the phone’s background during your hunt, and by pressing a button you can log and photograph each find as you dig it. At the end of the day you have a map of your hunt and an album of the objects found, as well as precise coordinates for each…amazing! I also found a metal ring, too small to be a bangle, that looks as if it has a pattern on the outer surface. The pattern looks quite uniform, however, suggesting factory rather than hand production.

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New Permissions!

3 Feb
The land in this photo is not my permission!

The land in this photo is not my permission!

I’ve had responses from four more letters over the past couple of days. One was a no that was nevertheless kind enough to send back my tearsheet. The other three were yesses of various kinds: one woman said she’d had the detecting clubs on and was sure there was nothing left to find on her land, but that she herself would be interested in an overview of the hobby; a second farmer told me over the phone that I could search two of his farms, though so far we haven’t been able to meet up; and the third met with me today and took me on a tour of his bountiful land. There are some fields I am keen to try out before winter planting — I just need to get some work done on the thesis before I can get back out there!

I.3: Aliases and More Coins

31 Jan

Part I: On Coins &c. 
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Yesterday I was back for a brief (3.5-hour) hunt on the permission. There was some beautiful afternoon sunshine, and I managed to turn up coins at the rate of about one per hour. The first showed up in my second hole after only five minutes on site. However, they had all had it and were nearly blank. The other interesting find was a piece of harness kit, stamped with ‘[J] Dewey / Harness Maker / Eynsham’, which pleased me because my friend Gabriel (a friend of the blog) lives in Eynsham Village.

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Can you find the coin in this pic?

Can you find the coin in this pic?

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Here’s a live recovery of one of the coins I found:

Part II: On Aliases

I’ve been thinking about nicknames lately, since most serious treasure hunters have some kind of alias — ‘Coyote Bill’ or something in that vein. For quite awhile I liked ‘Deseret Kid’, because it resonates with home, and it’s the moniker of the protagonist of my novel-in-progress, but ‘Kid’ doesn’t really work with a guy my age. ‘Will o’ the Green’ is another name I liked; it’s the name of the chief outlaw in Sherwood before Robin’s time, and it evokes my love of the forest as well as alludes cannily to my permissions. ‘Will o’ the Wood’ was another thought, as was ‘[….] Will’, with the placename of my permission in the square brackets. I still like the latter idea, but it would announce to the world the location of my permission, which is meant to remain between the landowner and me.

During a text conversation today, quite out of the blue, my detecting buddy started chatting about nicknames. He mentioned that he didn’t have one yet, and I asked him whether they ought to be bestowed or self-selected. I suppose by way of suggesting that they be bestowed, he replied that I should be called ‘Will o’ the Wisp’; I think he was joking, but I immediately liked the name, given that I study English magic and folklore. Later in the day he sent me this image of a Magic card:

WillotheWispIt does sound a bit like ‘Will o’ the Green’. My friend said the nickname was due to the will o’ the wisp’s association with bogs, sinks, and swamps (I think the muddy conditions the day before yesterday made an impression on him). Anyway, perhaps I’ll cultivate the name. I hope it sticks.

Update to I.2: Dagger Chape!

31 Jan

My friend submitted pics of the odd conical object he found with me on the 29th January to the friendly (and expert) folks of the MDF forum (http://www.metaldetectingforum.co.uk/). They identified it as a chape, or the metal point of a dagger scabbard. Quite a find! I like to think that the owner of the scabbard dropped it on the way to or from the building whose ruins I was investigating. Obviously the leather of the scabbard has long-since rotted away.

More pictures of the chape:

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The chape would have looked something like this:

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I.2: This Time With a Friend

30 Jan

I returned to my permission for several hours this morning. I brought a friend along, who’d offered me the opportunity to visit his permissions well before I had any of my own or the prospect of any. I was hoping for a good day also for my friend’s sake, but this field was much quieter. I had a nice musket ball, a modern Liz II penny, a series of buttons, a lead fishing weight, and a strange little image of a barrel. The stellar find of the day was an apparently ancient key. My friend found some sort of modern trade token or seal, a George VI ha’penny, and an interesting, unidentified conical piece (below).

My friend's finds.

My friend’s finds.

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My finds.

My finds.

The barrel.

The barrel.

I.1: First Dig on the First Permission

28 Jan

I decided I just couldn’t wait to get out on the fields now available to me. I set out to find the ruins of a building which the landowner described to me when we met yesterday. It dates from the early 17c., and now only a few remaining stone walls lie mouldering in the brambles on his land. I found the spot easily enough, but it was nigh unsearchable: a combination of ferrous trash from the ruined building and ‘green waste’ on the surrounding field made searching an audio-maze of beeps and bops from my detector. Green waste is a fertiliser of sorts made from notionally biodegradable waste products but often also materials from the breaking up of old sheds and structures — it contains a lot of wood pulp but also bits of aluminium, nails, brick, you name it. It usually spells death to the effectiveness of metal detecting, as each sweep of the coil brings with it a cacophony of chirps and whirrs.

Today’s conditions were complicated by intermittent hail and the awful sort of squelchy, viscous mud that makes your feet two times their usual size in minutes. Still I managed to turn up four coins around the thicket that hid the building’s foundations; they are in pretty bad shape but look like Victorian copper-alloys. I also found a French 10-centimes coin from 1901 lying on the surface. Buckles, bits of ironmongery, a floral device, an Army Service Corps badge, and an interesting cylindrical object that looks like a pendant or a vial stopper rounded out the day. To thank the landowner for his kindness, I plan to prepare a display case of these objects along with little placards interpreting their provenance.

I also found lots of clay pipestems and bowls on the surface, as here.

I also found lots of clay pipestems and bowls on the surface, as here.

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Can anyone help identify this coin? It has a faintly discernible left-facing bust with a laurel crown.

Can anyone help identify this coin? It has a faintly discernible left-facing bust with a laurel crown.

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Perhaps a curtain rail support?

Perhaps a curtain rail support?

Despite the tough going, it was obvious that this permission holds many secrets in its soil. I hope to return tomorrow to see what else I can turn up.

First Permission!

27 Jan

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I sent out my permission letters on Saturday, and today, Tuesday, I received a call from a local farmer. I went to meet with him in the afternoon, and the conversation went very well. I can’t say much here, but I have permission to search on his farm near Oxford — and there is a lot of history on that land and nearby. I’m going to tutor the farmer’s son in history, which will be apt: teaching about history while searching for it in the soil. I can’t wait to get started! I may take a first look tomorrow, though we’re anticipating rain.